For the past year I’ve been in limbo. Limbo between jobs, between countries, between pay cheques and houses. In every way possible way, things have been uncertain.
I haven’t really felt in control of much/anything, not even of what I eat or when I sleep.
To you at home it might look like my life is crazy — a complete and utter mess. A “stay clear of her”, kind of thing.
Or it might look like an epic adventure, void of responsibilities and the humdrum of the day-to-day.
I think it’s been a mixture of both.
I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have stayed with extraordinarily kind and generous people, literally across the world. I met my husband (say whatttttttt!) in what seems like a scene from a Rom-Com.
It really has been a year full of surprises. But, it has also been filled with considerable stress and anxiety.
I’ve been constantly questioning if I’m making good decisions or even the right decisions. (Because good decisions exist, right?)
And I’ve been worrying if I am going to regret my spontaneous choices.
