When I moved back to Chicago last September, it was temporary. I never fully shared on the blog, but it was intended solely as an opportunity to get my personal training certificate and save money so I could move back to Boston.
10 months later and I’m still here. And while I have my certificate, I’m not currently training. At least not in any grand capacity. If you’re curious, I’m okay with that but I’m not going to tell you why today.
Am I anxious to move out of my parents house again? Of course.
Am I anxious to figure out what’s to come next? Yes.
Am I optimistic things are playing out as they were and are supposed to? Definitely.
And am I still thinking I’m headed towards Boston? As much as I love that city, as much as I’d love to be back there, I’m going where life is sending me, wherever that may be and whenever that may happen.
So where does that leave me now?
In a place where I’m learning to let go, learning to be patient but consistent and to stop allowing this “temporary” place to control me, to stop me from living the life intended for me, to stop holding me back from creating relationships with people for fear of losing more people I once held close to my heart.
As I set out on a walk early Wednesday morning, I knew it was time to start letting go and embrace whatever life throws my way, to remember that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be when I’m supposed to be there.