I am in Vienna for love.
As if there is any better reason to do anything in this world. I met Zoltan seven years ago and we re-met on my trip around the world. After a long interesting story, which he hopes will someday become a book (and maybe it will) I am here typing this update on his couch while he’s at work.
I left all my stuff in America to give this a shot.
The fear I have at sharing this story is immense. What if everything crumbles and fails and everyone knows about it?
For years I never told anyone in my family about who I was dating because I didn’t want any witnesses and we tease the sh*t out of each other. But I’ve come to recognize that fear can be so annoying and useless sometimes. When it’s not busy telling you not to walk into traffic, it’s mostly just being whiny and putting its two cents into everything.
So fear might say that I’ve risked everything for an uncertain future here in Vienna, but I say if your life isn’t where you want it to be, you aren’t risking much at all.
Let’s listen to fear when it tells us to look both ways, but silence it when we walk across the street.