| LOCATION: Lying on a bench in the Starbuck’s in Chiangi Singapore Airport waiting for 7 am |
As I prepared to be out of the country again for several months with the loosest of plans, I kept feeling the pull to stay home.
“Your bed is SO comfortable… It’s the only thing you miss when you’re gone.”
Or the little half-thoughts, “There’s so much to do with your company. So much easier to stay on track if you’re just here instead.”
“How much less stressful will it be–no packing!! Everything you need already right here. No getting ready to sublet. You’re right at the crunch-time of your rebrand, you could just wait–”
“How many hours of flying?!!”
A dear friend said last week, Carmell, you’re living the life so many want to live. And I asked him, Really?!
The truth is, every great kind of life requires sacrifice of some sort. And from what I’ve learned, that ALWAYS includes sacrificing comfort.
From the outside, our life may look like business as usual or it may appear glamorous, but if it is something great, you will find sacrifice in it.
I don’t use this word lightly. I’m not a martyr or a victim.
I choose in.
It took only 7 hours into my 30 hours of flying–I was somewhere over the North Pacific toward Russia–that I felt the shift. The return of my hard-won love affair with Relocation.
Leaving where I am for something new again, struggles and challenges in the simplest daily needs, wonder and creativity off the charts. The anxiety (and exhilaration) of not knowing.
I write this as I made it by minutes onto my Tokyo–Singapore leg, then spent the last 4 hours sleeping on the Starbucks sofa from 1:30-4:30 am waiting to check in for my 7 am flight. Last leg 😉
We all long for home. But that’s not the same as comfort. And confusing those two might keep us comfortably stranded on a tiny familiar island for years or decades, dreaming and never doing.