Sometimes I wonder if I’m too old to quit my life and do something radically different.
I’m not unhappy. I actually have a pretty nice life; it even might be good enough. I have lovely friends and family. I have lots of opportunity to entertain interests and pastimes. I have a doggo that I love to the moon and back. I have a decent job that is enjoyable and affords me, not just security, but comfort and modest luxuries.
However, has all this made me complacent? Do I dare jeopardize abundance and piece of mind seeking passion and purpose? Am I willing to do a seriously heavy lift for something that’s not guaranteed?
Can I survive failure? Rejection?
I keep coming back to, is all this really good enough? I wonder if I have it in me to risk it all in pursuit of extraordinary.