When You Stop Growing, You Start To Die

I am writing today about getting out of the cold gray north and moving to the bright sunny south.  And it’s very appropriate, as I sit at my desk eating my lunch I look out and see snow.  It’s been snowing all morning and it is to keep snowing all day and into the night.

Getting to the south is my wife’s goal and my goal.  Each day the feeling is the sooner the better, especially as we sit and watch it snow.  We want this to be our last cold, wet, snowy, icy, miserable winter in the northeast.  We’re tired of the white knuckle commutes. We’re tired of the snow shoveling backaches.

And the other motivating factor is with each passing day we are another day closer to death.

The move has so many positive aspects to it.

No snow or ice, ever.  And if by chance it would be experienced it would be quite the phenomenon and be gone as quickly as it arrived.

Then there is the beach.  My wife has always dreamed of living by the beach and if it makes her happy it makes me happy.

The area where we will be moving has much more of an art and music scene then where we live now and that’s a bonus.

Musicians I have worked with in the past have relocated to this same area and they are looking forward to working with me as I am looking forward to working with them.

So with all this positive energy I sometimes wonder why I had some apprehension about making this move.  Maybe it’s more like a bit of anxiety.

I’m certainly not scared about being able to survive in this new place. After all these years of living I know the ins and outs of surviving and how to survive comfortably.

I know the basics, the things that I didn’t know when I was a fresh 25 year old who picked up his wife and kid and moved them to Pittsburgh.  I know how to buy a house, sell a house, how to get stuff moved.  I know what I’ll need to find and how to find it ranging from work to where to get my car repaired.  I’ve done it all before.

And with all the technology like GPS and Google maps, finding my way around and learning the area is a breeze.

And yet sometimes I have more anxiety then I did when I was 25.

But then I realized back then I didn’t have a whole lot of comfort things.  Back then we really had very little in possessions and compared to today we were naïve.  My wife and I had each other and that’s what mattered the most.

It still does and always will.

Today we still have each other but we also have 36 years of stuff we have gathered.

Living in the same house for the last 25 years and working at the same job for the last 26 years we also have 26 years of comfort zones that we have collected.

Now we are looking to get up and out of that comfort zone.  It’s going to take a bit of energy to do that.

I think about how I have looked at the same scenery going back and forth to work every working day for the last 26 years.  I think about how I see the same shops and stores every day.

All of this adds up to a routine and for me routines are hard to break.  I’m not saying I shouldn’t break them.  They are just hard for me to break.

So moving away from my current location, moving some place warm and sunny isn’t what makes me anxious.  Wondering if I will survive and will I get by, that certainly isn’t an issue, I know I will, I always have, it’s what we do.

What gives me pause, what makes me anxious is getting out of my comfort zone.

But you have to get outside of your comfort zone to grow.

You must always grow because when you stop growing you start to die.

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