It was one year ago that the movers placed the last box of my belongings into the truck and drove away. I left the only place I had ever remembered calling home to start a new chapter in my life. It wasn't a thought I had embraced at first but it became painfully obvious that I needed to move. Movement is essential in life and I had been stagnant for far too long. I had been complacent over time and settled in the fabric of my life even when I had outgrown the garments of self. Perhaps this is a byproduct of being an introvert. Or maybe it was because of fear. Whatever the case, this move meant so much more than a move. It was an opportunity to show myself that I could exist outside of what I knew to be reality. For the first time as an adult, I gave myself permission to be responsibly selfish and to focus on the things I wanted without regard for anyone else's feelings.
Unbeknownst to me during this process, I planted a seed of happiness that grew wildly out of control.
I've learned so much in a one year. From small things like how-to-stay-on-your-Super's-good-side to the simple joy of being alone in your own space. The most important lesson though, is that movement is now a welcomed change in my life.
Today, I am thankful for the ability to move.
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