So I’ve moved to London. Perhaps the most daring thing I’ve ever done was commit to renting a property for a year on a temporary two-month intern salary with only the hopes and dreams of a job to rely on. Some might call it a very stupid idea, and I have to admit at times I’ve thought that myself. But then I remember that nothing revolutionary comes from within your comfort zone. You have to put yourself out there for the universe to respond to you. At least that’s what I keep telling myself when the panic kicks in.
Staying at home and renting a cheap apartment in the country was never going to give me the city life I wanted. The easy route was never the one that appealed to me, (I chose an excessively exclusive sixth-form just for the challenge of getting in.)
There’s always one quote that comes to mind when I’m sat, as I am now, questioning every decision I’ve ever made:
‘To be outstanding, get comfortable with being uncomfortable”
And never has there been a truer word said. If it were easy everyone would be doing it, if it doesn’t make my hair stand on end and my stomach sick then have I really pushed myself? How will we ever know how far we can go if we never break free of our comfortable norms?
The answer is we won’t.
So pull yourself together and remember why you started this crazy journey, as long as there’s rice in the cupboard, shoes on your feet and a brain in your head you have something to offer this world. So start believing in yourself and look how far you’ve come, look at each obstacle you’ve overturned, each mountain you’ve had to climb to be here, now, in this little piece of London that is yours, and realise that in time this too shall pass, and we will be sat here again, with a new fear, a new challenge and this will seem like merely a ripple in your ocean.