I thought my perspective were the long-term life goals and that my sacrifices would be worth achieving them. I was focused on things I knew I wished for with all my heart. To me they were worth the stress, anxiety, fears, distances that brought. I would do it all the same again in a heartbeat. It was the only way I could really prove myself I am able to pull my focus if I put my mind to it.
All the plans and goals were set with intention to move forward. Physically and mentally. Because I am ready for my next chapter. I thought that this could only be accomplished by turning my world up-side-down completely. As it turns out, I can take smaller steps and still arrive to the same finish line.
I felt something big coming and I thought it meant the next step in life as in move to Rome, stay, get a regular job, move, but it actually meant mindset switch. Mental revolution, really. It was instant, completely unexpected, but crucial. It’s funny how a banality like the fear of overcrowded fitness could lead to being a much deeper problem, roots to almost everything. I would never connect the dots alone, but somehow, somebody did that for me and it blew me away.
After failed Plan A, I am here with a Plan B, already in progress. Some would say this would be a safer, easier way, when the truth is, my next few years could hold just as much stress as they would moving to other country. ♥
photos by Eva