While vegging on the couch this afternoon, we watched a bit of the Story of Pixar. I only saw bits and pieces, but what it added up to was this—a few 20-somethings set out to change the way animation was done, and ended up changing the world.
You know what I was doing when I was that age? Working as a receptionist, wondering what the hell I should do with the rest of my life.
I flirted with a PR agency in New York City. Interviewed with another in San Francisco. Then I landed a job working right in my hometown, and never looked back.
Well, for a few years, anyway.
Eventually, of course, I pulled up stakes and moved my ass down to Cincinnati. Starting a new life in a new city all alone was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done—but also one of the most worthwhile.
How different would my life be if I had never made that move? Would Bri and I still live in that little shack in Lake Orion, or would we have been the ones that got foreclosed on? Would I be working in some hotshot shop or one of the thousands of unemployed?
It’s impossible to know.
There are other avenues I could have taken. At one point, a job beckoned in Memphis. Then we almost turned tail and headed back home. We almost never came to Bloomington at all—I agreed to the interview on a whim, not thinking anything would ever come of it.
Yet, here we are. Living in a small town, in a nice house, with a little family of our own, and loving it (most of the time).
I’m sure this isn’t our last stop. I’m sure life’s going to take me in directions I can’t even begin to imagine.
How many more paths will open in front of me? Which ones will I decide to take? Will they be the right ones?
I guess, whether your goal is to change the world or just make your little corner a nicer place, the principle remains the same.
You look at your choices. Check in with your gut. Then take a deep breath, take the next turn, and trust that you’re going to end up in the right place.
At least, that’s what I do. And so far? It’s working.