There have been a lot of times in the past several years when I have needed courage. Between the ending of relationships, and a solo cross-country move, and feeling so alone I could barely breathe, and being relatively destitute, and getting roommates, and starting to share my music for the first time, and introducing myself to hundreds of new people, and continually putting myself out there… I have been through a lot of big, dramatic, grandiose transition. Change is scary.
But for me, change is not the scariest thing.
In recent months, a lot of things have fallen into place for me. I’m on stable ground. I have a home, and a Tennessee family, and a great job, and a feeling of belonging. I know my way around the city, and I’m involved in my church and various other groups, and I feel very much a part of the fabric of my Nashville community. Things are steady.
Then why is my first instinct to run?
I’m finding that staying put requires a lot more courage than leaving.