When I got divorced less than a decade ago, I don’t recall thinking about what living alone would be like on down the line. I was only thinking about getting away and finding peace and figuring out a way to take care of myself.
I had always feared being alone. I thought of bills I couldn’t pay. I imagined toilets I wouldn’t know how to fix and car maintenance I alone was responsible for.
I remember lying in bed, imagining another life. I envisioned walking through every room and choosing what stayed behind and what I would take with me.
But I couldn’t see beyond that at the time.
Would I regret it? Would I fail? Would I ever thrive alone?
Would I be lonely?
But one day I did go through each room, choosing what I was taking with me.
When the time came, I saw my life there coming to a close as the movers filled the truck with my belongings. I eventually came to see that peace of mind is more precious than any of the material things I had to leave behind.
I still don’t know much about cars and sometimes I tinker with the toilet and can’t fix it. But that isn’t the end of the world. None of the fears I’d harbored turned out to be calamitous.
So the moral of this story is: don’t let the fear that darkens your door at night, the boogey man that hides underneath your bed, keep you from trying something new or changing your life.
If there is something you desire doing, you owe it to yourself to at least try. It doesn’t matter how far-fetched it seems or how old you are.
If you don’t try, you’ll never know if you can make those dreams come true, will you?