Three weeks ago I was living in suburban, rural almost, Florida. Now, I find myself and my family living in the middle of Manhattan in the city of all U.S. cities. In the winter. In the snow.
As I pushed my daughter in her flimsy umbrella stroller, through this blackish snow-mush that collects anywhere a human might want to cross the street, I had to pull over. My girls complained, my face felt like frozen meat, and that familiar pinch of anxiety crept into my chest. Then I looked down the street. The view was surreal. Monumental buildings lined the street, just like in the movies. How the Hell did I get here?
After one of the most emotionally difficult years of my life, everything tailspinned into a completely different set of circumstances. Just as I was inching myself out of a deep hole, I find myself starting all over. Again.
The bottom line: we find ourselves in unexpected places. If we allow it, we can start again.
I never pictured myself in New York City. It was never on a list of places I even wanted to vacation, much to my friends’ surprise. Yet, here I am.
We all have choices, even if it doesn’t seem like much of a choice. That’s it. That’s the wisdom.
You might find everything you were “working for” completely uprooted. You might find yourself having to make a decision between career and family, comfort and the unknown. And just maybe, THAT unexpected place is EXACTLY where you are supposed to be.
Who knows, right?
Since the WLBPA focuses on balance, the protection of sanity, and life experience, this column will reflect the new direction I have taken in the last few weeks. I’d love for you to come with me on this journey of “who knows what,” as I learn to live in a tiny apartment, in a humongous city, with a toddler and a kindergartner in tow.
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