In a way I’ve always played it safe. Okay, maybe not most peoples definition of safe. I did move to Hong Kong for work for a year when I had never been to Asia. I did go on solo voyages to exotic sounding places like Morocco, Laos, and Hungary. I did sell all my belongings except what I could fit into two suitcases and spend 6-months traveling for work around the US before finally landing a home in San Francisco. Safe? Maybe that isn’t the right way to put it. Maybe the right term is responsible. I have held a job steadily since I turned 20. For the past 13 years, I have only left a position when I had something else lined up. I have lived within my budget and not accrued debt. I have never been fired and I have stayed in positions for the long-term. So yes, responsible and safe. Until now.
I am 33-years-old and I am a buyer for a national catalog. This is the kind of job that women dream of, the kind of job that when you tell people what you do it elicits responses like, “You’re so lucky!” and “I would love to do that. How did you get that job?!”. Instead of being content with my position and career, I have decided to quit my job, move to Paris, and go back to school for my MBA. Oh, and did I mention that I don’t speak French? But I will. I’m learning. This decision isn’t safe and it isn’t responsible; I will be taking on a huge amount of debt and subjecting myself to an uncertain future. It is however thrilling, core-shaking and absolutely the right choice for me to make. You know the certainty you feel when you follow your heart and you just know deep down in your core that what you are doing is the right thing for you? I feel that. I know this is right. That doesn’t mean I’m not scared. I’m terrified! But there are no guarantees in life and sometimes you have to risk it all in order to go where you were meant to be.