Ten years ago, I took the biggest leap of faith of my life.
In the lead up, I was permanently anxious, trembling inside, terrified of it all going wrong.
But I chose to push through that discomfort, for underneath it all was a wise, calm voice that told me I simply had to do this. And I trusted that voice.
I couldn't have told you why. There was only a knowing that I had to listen, I had to trust. I couldn't explain it. Sounds dramatic, I know - it felt dramatic at the time. I was reeling from the breakdown of my marriage the year before, feeling restless and shaky-footed in Melbourne, like a baby giraffe learning to walk. Every step towards this dream felt so freaking hard.
But healing is hard. Change is hard. Finding out who you really are is hard. Moving away from the familiar and into the unknown, alone, is hard.
It didn't feel particularly brave at the time - it felt exhilarating, terrifying and a little bit reckless. I didn't know what I'd find on the other side.
But I had to depart so I could arrive.
Whatever your dream, I hope you find a way to face your fears and make it happen. It's so very, very worth it.