7.26.2011

Wednesday Wisdom

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.


Cheers,
A

7 comments:

  1. And you will, my child. . . set fire to the rain. Your perserverence, determination, have always lead you on your path to self-fulfillment. You're settling down, growing up, you're getting focused. You will succeed. . . you always do. The most important thing you have learned is patience. . .this will take you far.
    xxoo

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  2. I, for one, am so thrilled that you guys are coming home! I was so sad when you left...but I believe it strengthened our friendship and certainly did "make the heart grow fonder." I truly believe that when in the depths of life's "lessons" there is always a silver lining...a door closing so that another can open (you know the sayings)...so perhaps Texas was your door opening at one point so that later...it could then close but then crack a window open into your dream of becoming a full time photographer. It's not yet a door opened...but a window, in any case...it's still an opening. One that perhaps would not have opened unless you tried Texas and gave it a shot. After all, "shoulda, coulda, woulda's" are no way to live our lives, right?? I'm proud of you Athena...can't wait to have you close again. xoxox

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  3. I am very happy for you Goddess...Wise choice. We should talk soon..

    xoxo Annie

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  4. TL:DR

    haha...just kidding. :)

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  5. I celebrate your choice, your mindset and you young lady.

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  6. Exciting stuff...you will be great here too!

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