Four years ago, I moved from the Midwest to the East Coast with an air mattress, two folding chairs, a TV, a dinner tray to use as a TV stand and my clothes. I slept on that air mattress for about four months until I saved enough money to buy a real bed. I didn’t have cable for a year and Netflix and the complete box set of The Wire were my only entertainment. I was friendless, homesick, single and had no idea where I was going to work when my year-long judicial clerkship ended. But, I never stopped trusting that it would work itself out.
Now, four years later, I have made friends with wonderful people, have found who I believe to be my soulmate and work for a wonderful law firm. I am not saying all this to brag. I am saying that when life puts you in new, unfamiliar and uncertain situations, it is better to trust the journey than to worry.
When I got the job offer to move across the country–out of my comfort zone, away from my family and friends–I knew within my heart that I was meant to accept the job. I didn’t care that I couldn’t afford to bring furniture. I knew that it would work out. I didn’t know how I was going to make friends or date in a new City. I didn’t make friends instantly, and it took me even longer to find love. But the journey of learning a new City, meeting new people and experiencing new things has been invaluable. Each of us has a choice: we can worry about the future and try to figure everything out, or we can trust the journey and let God, the Universe or whatever you believe in guide you to an outcome so wonderful beyond anything you could have imagined. I am grateful for my journey and look forward to seeing what is next.