Some people will call it impulsivity. Others will call it irresponsible. But frankly, waiting until all systems are a go is overrated.
I am known for my incessant planning. I love curating lists, calenders, and spreadsheets. If it was even remotely possible to have a step-by-step plan for the rest of my life, you bet your boots I’d have it made.
So you can imagine how out of character it is for me to move from Florida to Arizona with no job, no car, no place of my own, and a rapidly depleting bank account. But that’s exactly what I did, and I can honestly say that I made the right decision.
I didn’t make this decision quickly or easily, but it came to a point where moving was the only thing that made sense.
For a couple of years now, I have been trying to find the best way to pursue a career in writing. I scoured the internet for writing programs across the country, struggling with endless options and wading through conflicting information for months on end. When I finally discovered ASU’s journalism program, I fell head over heels. I immediately applied and my acceptance letter followed shortly after, but my excitement came to a screeching halt when I realized that my bank account was collecting cobwebs.
The out-of-state tuition was insurmountable, and the thought of having to dig my way out of student loan debt 10 years down the road was too much for me to bear. So I stayed, and continued attending community college in Florida, where I was lucky enough to have supportive parents who were able to pay for my tuition.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the idea of this damn school out of my head. I started to brainstorm, and soon enough I had crafted a vague pathway to ASU.
I am currently just starting my journey down this pathway, but I am determined to make it to my goal. As of right now, the plan is to work on my associate’s degree while simutaneously achieving Arizona residency, so that once I finish out at community college here, I can attend ASU guilt-free.
I’m not trying to act like I have it all figured out, or like everything is magically going to fall into place. I know that I will have to work hard and put myself through financial and emotional hell to reach my goals, but I also know that if I had waited for the perfect time to make my move, it might have never arrived.
When I boarded my flight to Arizona a few days ago, I’ll admit that I was scared. Heck, I’ll even admit that I’m still a little bit scared. But I made a decision when I was packing my bags, and it’s not one that I’m going back on.
I decided that I refused to be a prisoner of my passions any longer. I decided to free myself from the mentality of precision and practicality, and to trust in myself.
So when I closed my eyes on that flight and saw a few stoplights emitting their daunting red glow, all I could focus on was the one green light way down the road.
That one green light screaming, go, go, go.