If writing great away messages could create a viable career path, I can guarantee that I would be able to retire by age 30. I was a professional away message writer in middle school and early high school, always choosing the right lyrics to illustrate my emo/angsty/excited/flirty/teenager-y mood. Though the days of the away message only live on in the form of this amazing Twitter account, I am still not over the art that is creating away messages. In fact, I’ve realized that one of my most beloved away messages (yes, I still remember it) is still applicable to my 25-year-old life. The away message went a little something like this:
~* WuTeVeR tOMorRoW bRiNgS i’Ll bE tHeRe WiTh OpEn ArMs AnD oPeN eYeS yEaH~*
In case you don’t remember how to read like that, it says, “Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there, with open arms and open eyes, yeah.” It’s a line from Incubus’s song “Drive” and I would put it up when I went to bed for the night. Clever, no?
I’m planning on moving to Charlotte this fall, and know that things will be really different. I’ve lived in one place my whole life, so it will be strange to be in an unfamiliar area with my family far away. With that said, my parents are completely supportive of the move, and we all agree that it will be a much-needed change of scenery for me.
My natural tendency, as a slightly anxiety ridden person, is to stay up all night freaking out about the move. Where will I end up living? What kind of people will I meet? What will it be like being away from my family? But I’m trying to take 7th grade Lauren’s advice and embrace what’s to come with open arms and open eyes, yeah. But seriously, I’m trying to just feel excited about the change and take things as they come.
Before I went abroad to London, I would have regular panic attacks. I had never been to a foreign country before (pretty sure Canada doesn’t count, though I’d like to separate myself from them since they produced Bieber) and had no idea what to expect. I was scared about doing a long-distance relationship and didn’t know if I’d feel homesick. As it turned out, heading to London was one of the best choices I could have made for myself, and all of that worry was for nothing. I’m determined not to make that mistake again. Instead of stressing myself out, I’m looking forward to the move and planning the parts that I can in advance. Everything else will unfold when I get there.
Since my time abroad, I’ve also realized that things are a lot less permanent than they may appear to be. If I hated London, I could have come home. If I hate Charlotte, I can move back to my hometown again. Very few big decisions are actually as set in stone as they may seem, but if you don’t try them out, you’ll always walk around thinking about what could have been. With that in mind, I’m embracing the change and am ready for a new era.
How do you approach major changes in your life? Any 7th grade-inspired wisdom that helps you out or is that just me?