When I was young, I spent a lot of time wondering what I might be when I grew up...my grade school "When I Grow Up" portfolio reveals that I've long been undecided. I wanted to do everything.
Well, not quite everything. I can't say that what's coming after this thirteen hour flight was on my list. "Move to an extremely foreign country with my newlywed husband" wasn't depicted in that ol' portfolio. Even now, as I sit mere minutes and feet away from the jetway to Kuwait City, I cannot state what I want to be when I grow up. I can't say that this experience is what I want. Were someone to offer me a pretty, easy out to someplace like Italy or France...I can't say I'd choose this path less traveled.
But sometimes life does a really beautiful thing in forcing you down a path you'd never have chosen. And in those moments, there is nothing left to do but just dive in. Or in this case, scan my boarding pass, fly across the ocean and hug my husband.
Sitting here, I've just decided what to be when I grow up: I just want to be brave.
So, let's do this thing, Life. Make me be brave.