As I hinted in my Monday post, I have some exciting news to share! In September, I’m heading across the country to LA.
I’m excited and terrified and a bunch of other emotions I’m struggling to recognize, but there is an instinct bubbling in my stomach telling me this is the right decision. At 26, I feel up to an adventure and I think it’s time I give my first passion, writing, a true chance.
I love telling stories, whether it’s in person or on the page. If I look a little dazed and far away, then I’m most likely daydreaming, concocting all of these strange and fun scenarios in my head. Most of my writing experience stems from this blog and short stories, but my dream is to write for television, and that’s exactly what I’m going to LA to do.
Over these past four years since graduating college, I’ve been talking about moving to LA or New York City and though I love New York more than I love to breathe, LA is the right choice for right now. I’ve also learned a lot about myself over these years, as one does as they live, and I’m in as perfect a situation as I possibly could to make this venture. I’ve studied to be a teacher and quickly retired, I learned I’m not made for a standard desk job (or the standard desk job is not made for me), and I found such reward as a personal trainer, helping others find their healthy and happy place. Personal training is something I am going to continue doing in LA, and tackling that endeavor makes my move all the easier, as I’ll have something to get me started out in California. But I’ve never quite given the chance to writing as I should. And so we begin.
I am going to miss my family, friends, and New York more than I can imagine. I have no false pretenses that this move will be easy, glamorous, or successful. I’m expecting to struggle, to cry, to fail, but I also know that it will make my life fuller, more rewarding, and more experienced. I have no qualms about admitting that I might be back in a year or so, but I’m also going to give myself enough credit to say that I could make a go at this writing thing. If I didn’t believe in myself and my writing, then in less than two months’ time, I wouldn’t be able to leave my house, say goodbye to my loved ones, and get on that plane.
Risks are scary. This move is taking me away from my safe place, my safe people, and everything that I know. But I think that’s sort of the point.
So, if you continue to read and follow me on my journey, then I think there are truly exciting things on the horizon, as there already have been since I started this blog four years ago. Let’s have some fun!