Three years ago I arrived in Truckee, California. Several days earlier I’d left Michigan, where I’d lived my entire life, and drove out there via the scenic route. At that time, all I knew was that I needed a change. I didn’t know what I needed and I certainly didn’t know how I was going to do it, but moving across the country seemed like a good first step.
It was. Sure, moving across the country in a reliable car, without having to borrow money, or at least having a job waiting would have been a better first step, but I was able to make progress without getting caught up in perfection.
Moving did not solve my problems, but it did show me which problems were caused by my circumstances and which problems were caused by me. Moving did change my circumstances and it showed me that I can do big, life-changing things pretty much any time I want to, if I just take that first leap.
I made my first step toward change because I was incredibly unhappy and didn’t know how to help myself; all I could do was something drastic. Is it like that for everyone? Is change usually brought on by duress? What happens when things get better — do you keep trying to change or do you become satisfied?
I guess the short version of what I’m asking is what’s your catalyst for change?