Eleven months ago I took a running jump at an aircraft, narrowly avoiding the engines before finding myself in the crushing conditions that only a budget airline can provide, with a smile on my face and a single backpack stored in the overhead locker.
But I’ve talked about Granada so much over the past twelve months you’ve probably already set up a spam filter tasked with deleting anything I ever write that features the name of this beautiful city, so I’ll move on.
In 48 hours I’ll be wandering the streets of Valencia with that very same backpack on my back, heroically in search of a coffee and tostada to slowly consume while I take in my new surroundings.
And it begins.
Eleven months ago I was anxious, anxious as hell.
Now? I couldn’t be more excited. Sure, it helps that I’m moving to a country I’ve come to know and love, and okay, I suppose it helps that I have a much better grasp of the language now than I did back then.
But none of these things were true eleven months ago, and despite all my anxieties I pushed the hell past them in order to make the excitement I feel now possible.
The more we push ourself forward the greater our ability increases over time.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be living in Valencia. I’m estimating six months, in order to give myself a semi-permanent base to get to enjoy, but I won’t hold myself to a strict timeline.
How are you planning to push yourself forward this year? Or to look at it another way, how did you push yourself forward last year in order to find yourself contemplating a seemingly big goal this year with ease?
Push yourself. You’ll thank yourself for it eleven months from now.
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