And so it begins. Again.
I’ve been to Southern California many times on business and
vacation. This flight, however, differs, as today’s trip is to move there. I’ve
boarded the noon flight to Los Angeles and it appears it will land right on
time – give or take 30 years.
With two suitcases stuffed with clothes in cargo, and my
trusty laptop on my back I am making the 2,200 miles trip cross country to
start a new life. Not for a new love or new job, nor was my current job
transferring me but solely because I felt it was time to make “the” move. As a gold member of the procrastination club,
the airline ticket, hotel reservation, and car rental were made yesterday am on
the plane to the City of Angeles. I have no idea where I will live, and oddly
it seems like an after thought.
Not more than two months ago I decided to give almost
everything I owned away, uproot from friends and move for a variety of reasons
I will go into in future columns. Saying that planets aligned may be a bit much,
but timing had everything to do with my decision. It wasn’t a matter of running
away or running from, but rather a longing to pursue a lifelong dream while still
of sound mind and body. (Believe me, at
this age my body makes lots of sounds.)
It’s not the first time I’ve made such a drastic change, but
the last time was 16 years ago when I was the father of a toddler and a
husband. It was to give my family a
better way of life. Now it’s more about living a better life that will
hopefully inspire others to do the same.
Now I suppose there must be an ex or two smirking with
delight at my departure, but the overwhelming majority of those in my life were
sad to lose their daily interaction with me. It is the reactions of friends,
co-workers, and family to my seemingly unnecessary, even senseless move that
has surprised me. When I informed them that I was giving away virtually
everything I owned save a few boxes of trinkets and clothes and moving from my
relatively cushy existence to a new one of uncertainty in my early 50s, not one
thought it crazy. Not a one expressed
concern or voiced that my radical decision was a misguided one. The reactions varied from being happy for me
to being down right envious.
I believe this is all part of a paradigm shift in the
collective consciousness. Certainly in
this post-911 world we have promoted happiness over all else, as such a
decision to uproot 30 or even 20 years ago would have met with the negative skepticism
I expected. Today, chasing a dream at
any age now seems less quixotic and more hypnotic. And my decision to do so, never seemed more
enthralling. A “relatively cushy existence”
as I called it before is no longer the overwhelming goal as it is the
antithesis of why we are here.
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