Goodbye, 40 Rivington

“A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.” ~ Unknown

Memorial Day weekend 2014.  Friday night into Saturday morning.  5am.  I was suddenly ejected from my comfort zone.  I walked out of 40 Rivington St, Apt 1a place I called home for four years.  I walked out of a five-and-a-half-year-long relationship with the person I had  been convinced I was to marry and spend the rest of my life with.  I walked out on my soul mate, who loved me before I ever loved myself.

You might have expected me to feel scared.  I did.  You might have expected me to be sad.  I was.  You might have even expected me to go back.  For once, I did not.  

It was the first time in a long time that I truly felt free.  I had no idea what was coming next, but a voice in my head reassured me that everything would be ok.  I let go of my preconceived ideas about what life was “supposed to be,” and I finally let life tell me what it should be and where it needed to go.  

Although my heart had shattered, I could finally breathe again.  A weight had been lifted off my chest, and I no longer felt trapped within the confines of that Lower East Side apartment.  Goyard purse in one hand, security blanket in the other, I was ready to take the first steps in a new direction.  With my contacts and glasses left behind in the trail of dust, I quite literally took a blind leap into the unknown. To be honest, I'm not sure I was ready, but is one ever truly prepared for a major life turning point?  

The universe presents us with opportunities for growth.  It’s up to us to take them or leave them.  Do you stay the course and remain safe and comfortable?  Or do you blaze a new trail, uncertain of where it leads or the obstacles along the way? That second option doesn't necessarily require fearlessness.  It requires couragestrength in the face of fear.  This, my friends, is something we all have; sometimes we just don't realize it until we’re forced to use it.

...to be continued.