For nearly half of a week, I woke up and puked. I’ll be honest, most of the time, there wasn’t anything to throw up… My stomach was empty, because I’ve lost my appetite.
My jaw hurts from clenching.
My shoulders and back are in knots.
My sleep patterns are all out of whack.
I’ve never felt so alive.
Maybe it takes losing everything to realize what life is really all about.
This weekend, I said my last goodbye to one of my dearest Utah friends. This left me feeling totally and completely alone… thousands of miles away from the people, things, places, and memories that I cherish the most.
The mental and emotional breakdown that ensued was not pretty.
After 3 days of anxiety, fear, loneliness, hopelessness, sorrow, regret, and pure, unadulterated heartache, I think I’m finally getting my bearings.
The desire to turn around and run back is subsiding.
The vision of the challenge I have before me is looking more and more exciting.
The people I’m meeting are inspiring.
This move away from home has been one of the most unbearable things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m literally banking on everything I hold dear that it will pay off.
Boy do I hope it will pay off.
I’ll do everything I can to make sure this pays off.
I mean, life is too short not to take risks…
Time to do the work.
Go, go, go!
Leave it all on the floor.
As Lance Armstrong said, “Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”