Moving my daughter to New York City was not an easy task. Not only was I having to help her prepare, I was driving her there and moving her in. If you want the funny side of this story, check out this link at my www.damenationblog.com site.
Late Sunday night, after we had driven seven hours and moved her into an unairconditioned apartment on a 100+ degree day in New York, we lay down on air mattresses to try and sleep in our private sauna.
My daughter looked at me and said, “This is a lot. I have so much to do. I’m not even sure where everything is.” She interned last year in Manhatten, but this was Brooklyn, and she was a little lost. I saw the look on her face, and shared with her a few lessons about change that I learned as a preacher’s kid that moved. A lot.
The earliest steps of change are the most frightening. You are leaping into the unknown, and human nature prefers to be in control. I felt her pain, and shared these lessons:
Change is frightening. Change makes you nauseous. Change is, well, change.
Confronting change strengthens the courage muscle. Don’t give up. Don’t play what if. Take one day at a time and celebrate every small success.
I think philosopher Khalil Gibran says it best:
“March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.”