Whenever people hear about my situation, they usually tell me the same thing — to give up.
They say 9 months of uncertainty is a waste of time. That I should forget about it, stay where I am, get a stable job, and move on with life.
But I’ve realised that many of the people giving me this advice have never really left their comfort zone. They’ve never travelled far from home or experienced what it feels like to build a life outside of what’s familiar.
I don’t blame them for thinking this way. Stability makes sense when you’ve never felt called toward something beyond it.
But deep down, I know there’s a life I want to experience for myself. A path I’ve pictured in my head for years. Even if it takes longer than expected, I would rather risk trying than spend the rest of my life wondering what could have happened if I didn’t give up so easily.
At the same time, this season has forced me to slow down and notice life differently. Since one route is currently on hold, I’m learning how to find alternative paths instead of standing still completely.
Maybe this period isn’t only about waiting.
Maybe it’s also about learning how to keep moving, even in uncertainty.