Good question, right?
In 10 days I will be turning 27 years old and although I don’t mind getting older, every time a birthday comes around it gets me to thinking — “what have I done with this year of my life?”
I’ve had a lot of ups and downs in my 26th year of life. To name a few — I’ve moved in with my bf (aka let someone else into my life); I got a raise; my mom had breast cancer and my mom beat breast cancer; I traveled back to my beloved country of Italy and experienced the “southern boot;” I ran 2 more half marathons and PR’d each time; I had a piriformis injury and I healed from the injury; I cracked crabs, drank lots of wine and made new friends.
Yeah, I’ve had an amazing year, but lately, I feel like I’ve forgotten something that’s very important to me:
As I was walking to work one day last week, I saw a woman that reminded me of my Grandmother who passed away about 8 years ago. I don’t know what it was, maybe the 1950’s hair due or the over-caked makeup, but the random memory made me smile. I thought more about my grandmother who was an amazing lady, always positive, always smiling, but she was also strong. She was a believer that you could achieve anything if you wanted it bad enough. She always believe in me no matter what I did — if I was in a play, I was the “star of the show” to her; if I had a swim meet, there was no doubt in her mind that I would win…and if I didn’t win, I was still the best swimmer in the world to her.
Anyways, to the point of my story, as these memories flooded my head I couldn’t help, but think, “what would my grandmother say if she knew I was walking to a job that gives me so much stress and anxiety that I can’t sleep at night? What would she tell me to do if I told her I hate what I do?” Then I started to cry. Yes folks, in the middle of foot traffic along 3rd avenue, I started to tear up. The answer to me seemed obvious, she would tell me to do what makes me happy, do what I love. That being said she was also raised during the depression by immigrant parents who had to work hard to put food on the table, so she may understand “toughing it out.” But she and my grandfather worked hard to pave the way so that the generations after them could follow their dreams.
Next I started thinking, what would my mom tell me to do if she knew I had spent nights crying over my work and of my sleeplessness? The answer, again she’d tell me to do what makes me happy. If that meant quitting my job and taking a chance, she’d say go for it.
I’ve taken a lot of chances in life. I’ve done a lot of smart things and I’ve done a lot of stupid things, but at the end of the day I have no regrets. Lately, I feel like I’ve been playing it on the safe side, straying away from taking chances and used complaining and unhappiness as a crutch. I want to finish out my 26th year of life in a positive place, so with 10 days to go, I need a little push to remind me to “take chances.” So, for the next 10 days I’m going to try something new every day and keep track of it. On April 10th (my Birthday!) I will post for you all what I’ve accomplished.
I urge you to join me in my quest to try new things! So here we go…
Questions: What’s the biggest “risk” you’ve ever taken? Is there something you really want to do? What’s holding you back??