Back to the adventure

This weekend in Seattle has been one of revelations for me.

First of all, I realized that this was the first time in 4 months that I’ve had any idea where in the hell I am. I have spent months glued to MapQuest for directions from point A to point B to point C, back to point A – and this is surprisingly exhausting. It was an unexpected luxury to not have to think when I drove.

Secondly, I am the luckiest girl in the universe to have the friends that I do. I know that everyone likes their friends, but I really, really deeply love my friends. They are diverse and creative and smart. They are passionate and hilarious and kind. They are different ages, from different backgrounds, and amazingly different life situations. But all of them have supported and sustained and loved me for so long and through so many different twists-and-turns, and make me feel unthinkably welcome and wanted and adored. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such an amazing cheering squad.

Thirdly (or… tertiary), as much as I love Seattle and miss it with my entire being, I am glad that I am doing what I’m doing. It would have been incredibly easy and attractive to have stayed in Seattle forever, but something big is happening in my life right now. I can’t even put words to what it is, but I know that I am following the tug on my spirit, and that it is important and essential that I keep going. I arrived back in Nashville tonight, and while transition is hard, and the unknown is scary, and I have had some deeply lonely and confusing times since I left Seattle, I am confident that this is good. It’s good.

Once again, I leave my life in Seattle, and summoning all of the courage I can, I walk forward into the uncomfortable, terrifying, exhilarating unknown. May we all remember to embrace our adventure, wherever it may lead.