“Bless my bark!” I send in my resignation… This is such an official move in the dreampersuing process. It is not just a dream anymore, it is becoming reality. And it scares the crap out of me! O my goodness…
What have I done?!
Do I want this for real? There’s real good stuff that I’ll be moving away from. Some things – or certain people to be exact – I do not want to leave behind at all! I want them in my life in one way or another. Would anyone be interested in moving to Berlin with me? Please?
I realize now that I might not have honestly believed that I would really do it, untill this moment. And only now that I am, am I fully getting what I might miss out on. What might come my way if I go? What if I stay? Will God lead and/or keep essential Dutch things or persons on my path even though I’ll be in Berlin? Will all the ships behind me burn, or will some sail with me? (o how I love boat allegories).
I’m not ready to give up everything. I don’t want to give you up.
I try to keep telling myself: It’s not the end of the world. It’s just Berlin.
Will you stay in my life? I’d love you to be there.
Please sail with me….