We will begin by saying that I don’t want to go to Paris. It’s for a lot of reasons, both practical and anxiety-related. Why am I afraid? Ultimately, I don’t want to go alone. I don’t want to be without distraction from my thoughts. I don’t want to be my only source of satisfaction. But, in order for me to grow both as a person and as an independent woman in this day and age, I can’t be afraid to leave my comfort zone. The last time I was in Paris, I really bossed up, and I fully intend on doing it again. Buckle up, kids.
So, how does a person who is horribly Type A go about forcing a crash course in personal growth? By making a checklist, of course.
- Learn the meaning of true independence.
- Be happy in my own company.
- Meet new people with an open heart.
- Write at least 2 rough chapters of Killarney.
For such a short list, it is pretty ambitious. Writing 2 chapters in 9 days? Impossible. Just kidding. If I have nothing else to do, I’m a creative monster. Obviously learning how to be comfortable in my own skin is the hardest part because I can’t force anything. I’m hoping for a spiritual awakening that will remove my head from my ass and allow me to think clearly again.
This is a leap of faith.