Courage is a tricky thing, really. Being brave. Doing what you know is right even as a sea of voices is telling you otherwise. I am not good at courage; living life out loud. Being brazen. Individual. Me.
All that changes.
Right now.
Some say it took courage to move my family 1100 miles for a job. But it didn’t. Not even a little, actually. That choice was easy. Money, career, big house and fast cars, designer clothes, blister-causing red-bottomed shoes, prestige, clout. All the trinkets of a trivial life that society tells each of us we must strive for. Pine for. Lust after. Taking steps to get all that was simple. Moving to Texas to fulfill a once sought-after, haughtily fought for, perfect career didn’t take courage at all. Moving home? Leaving it all to pursue a life where I can spend all my time creating pretty things? Art? That is going to take some courage.
I’m scared. Terrified, really, but I am doing it anyway. Moving home, taking action, playing the lead role in my life. Even in the presence of fear. Regardless of it. Because of it. Because one of the marks of a gift is having the courage to fulfill it. I am moving my family back to Minneapolis. So that my kids will have a life outside of their parents. So that my husband will have his chance to find a career, a passion, and pursue it.
So that I can pursue photography.
So that I can be a photographer.
Every.
Single.
Day.
If life really is about the choices we make, I want to choose wisely. I want to choose what’s important to me, and be guided by it. I want to think big and make things happen. I want to surround myself with people who believe I can, and more than that who, instead of asking, “why?” are quick to say, “why not?” People I don’t need to impress in order to stand amongst them and hold my head up high. Friends. Family. You.
This decision, to uproot my life, leave a cushy job for my old one, making less money, working more hours, and sitting behind a desk all day so that I can focus all my extra energy on photography, was surprisingly easy. Making it was like choosing to breathe. Natural. Intrinsic. Still, I’m scared. Terrified. But in the most amazing way.
Money, after all, is just a thing. If I lose a little, make a little less, struggle, or even if it pours for a while, I don’t care. I have every intention of setting fire to the rain.
Always Love,
A
gladys jem
you inspire me. im proud of you athena. choosing to do this will only take you further.
make things happen.
<3
Anda
I love you. I am proud of you. But you know that already. I care about you and cannot wait to see what's in store. I know it's great. And this blog post is amazing. So amazing.