I've been rolling around an idea in my mind for some time now. You know, the kind of morsel that you just have to suck on in order for it to be any good.... and as soon as you bite down to chew, the experience, the flavor, the moment is lost forever.
The idea is a move. A big move. I've been thinking this for years, and probably should have done it straight out of college, but comfort zones take over and common sense wins out.
It really doesn't make sense to move. My entire family is here, and they are my support, my best friends. My job is here. And in this economy it just isn't smart to be starting something new, when you have stability where you are. My friends are here. And sometimes I feel like I don't have room in my life for anymore. And yet, why do I feel like I'm going no where?
Moving would mean a fresh start. Trying something for myself. Getting a new social circle. Meeting someone new? Someone special? Being independent. Relying on God and not myself for a change. I think it would be good for me.
I'm stuck in Indiana by myself right now. Maybe that's where all these thoughts are coming from. Just that being away really wouldn't be so bad. Realizing that I need a clean break from relationships that already exist in my life. I'm just not sure I can do it.
If I actually bite down will the excitement, the flavor, the magic of the idea be gone?
