I'm no believer in fate. I don't think the stars align to make magic happen or that the sun smiles good fortune upon us. And Ouija boards are utter hoo-ha.
But I do believe that we make our own destiny. We (hopefully) learn from our mistakes and place ourselves on a forward trajectory toward The Things We Want.
In my journey toward A Better Life, I've stumbled more times than I can count. I've flunked college courses, walked out on jobs, and even immigrated to another country with no true plan in place. But the common thread that strung all of these things together is that, at the end of the day, I kept moving forward. When I knew something wasn't working for me, I immediately began thinking about My Next Step - what I could do to get out of my current situation and into a better one.
After more moves than I can count on both hands - moves that felt as though they were sucking a bit more of my soul with each box I taped shut - I can finally say I've found the two things that I've been searching for since the beginning. I finally (finally) have a job that doesn't feel unhealthy to my mental, physical or emotional state, and I finally (ohmygodfinally) have a place to call home.
This past May, when Hubby and I packed the Jeep and left Canada for New York, I knew in my heart that it was The Right Thing To Do, but I had no idea that it would lead to an incredible opportunity to work for Etsy.
I didn't realize that Hudson, the small, historic whaling town we were driving toward, just happened to house one of Etsy's few offices. And I truly couldn't have imagined that, come August, I'd find myself putting an offer on my first house, a 15-minute drive from said office.
Yes, I'm actually putting down roots somewhere - in the Hudson River Valley no less - and if you told me two years ago that would be even a remote possibility in my haphazard world, I would've asked what you were drinking and if you'd be willing to share.
A little back story: when I was at one of my lowest points post-college-graduation in Orlando, I was working in customer support for a Hilton hotel near the theme parks. The hours were torturous, the guests demanding, and the work monotonous. It was somewhere in the twilight hours during one of my overnight shifts that I dreamed up a scheme to start my own Etsy shop. I decided that I needed a) to supplement my meager income, and b) to branch outside of the corporate bubble I was in and do something for myself; I couldn't rely on the universe to make magic happen for me; I had to make my own.
Little did I know that pie-in-the-sky late night idea to open my own online business would become the catalyst to me working for what ultimately ended up being my dream company.
I guess the point of my story is that you can't rest on your laurels and assume that there's a path already carved for you. You have to make like Robert Frost in the yellow wood and choose a road. And if it ends up being a dead end, it's okay to turn around, go back to the fork and choose the another path. And if that ends up being a cul-de-sac, then build your own damn road and point it toward The Right Direction.
If I've learned anything in my adult life it's that mistakes are guaranteed and walking in circles before eventually straightening out is inevitable.
But, through it all, you simply have to Keep Moving.
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