I’m not going to lie. The day I left the Chicago area was REALLY tough. I had to say goodbye to my family and closest friends; the people who are closest to me; the people who support me and have my backside; the people who know me better than most. I had to say goodbye and go to a place where I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t have a job lined-up, and a place where I have absolutely no support system. I was balling like a baby! It was physically painful and REALLY made me second guess my decision to move to Denver. When I finally got the car packed and pulled out of the driveway, I had to force myself to remain focused on why I wanted all of this in the first place. That, and I had to focus on my cat. He thought we were going to the vet!
Iggy, my cat, whom I affectionately refer to as my ‘live stuffed animal,’ was literally on my shoulders behind my head in the car as we pulled out onto I-294 to head South. It wasn’t until I hit I-80 (about an hour later) that I think he realized that he wasn’t going to the vet and he finally found a comfortable place and settled-in. From that point on, time and distance melted away the awful feeling that I had just ripped my family apart from me, and began replacing that feeling with excitement and hope.
Iggy and I arrived at our new home after 2 days on the road and, after about a week, we were pretty much settled in. I was in Denver about one week and putting away some of my serving dishes when I received a phone call from a former colleague. She and I had worked together as business coaches in a group we formed called Unified Coaching Concepts. The group still exists, but she and I had long ago exited the group to pursue our more focused passions. For me, life & relationship coaching. For her, being a yoga instructor.
Her phone call surprised me because we hadn’t spoken in about 1-2 years. Why she called also surprised me. It seems that my choice of moving to Denver (and being very public about it) has had her thinking about doing the exact same thing. I had no idea she was following what I was doing, nor did I have any idea that Denver was something she would ever consider. She wanted to know why I decided to move to Denver and how the move was going. Well, the ‘why’ part was very simple…I did not want to become 80 years old (which I think will happen in the blink of an eye), look back, and regret that I never moved to the mountains. I think that answer may have pushed her over her own fence. We had quite a long talk and, while she was appreciative that I took the time to chat with her about her own impending decision to move, I could not hold back on the gift she had just given to me!
You see, inspiring others is my passion and, when she called, I was personally in that place of uncertainty. You know, that little devil on my shoulder was whispering doubt into my ear all week: “You’re too far away from family! What are you going to do if you broke your foot and needed someone to help you? How are you going to make ends meet? Do you really think you can pull this off?” Her phone call knocked that little devil right off my shoulder, silenced him, and reinforced my decision to move to Denver even more! Inspiring others is my drug, and she had just given me a big, old high! (Now, even though Colorado just made 1 oz. of pot legal, I have not indulged, and it was certainly not my reason for moving here.)
Thank you, my friend (you know who you are), for letting me know how my journey has influenced you. Your phone call was a gift and I hope that you find the courage to step outside of your comfort zone and make a choice that is right for yourself; a choice that you won’t regret when you turn 80 and look back at your life wondering if you have done all of the things that you really wanted to do!
What do you want to make sure you have done by the time you are 80? Share some of your bucket list items in the comments below. Maybe your comments will inspire someone else!