My son’s friend was recently sharing the challenges he has been facing as he searches for a job. It is not pretty out there, but he is determined to find his dream job and to move forward. As we were discussing his various interviews the topic of relocation came up. He said if he moved too much outside of the Midwest region his girl friend would end their relationship. It was not a price he was willing to pay. “I’m not 22 any more,” he said with emotion. “I can’t just move on a whim.”
It was at this point my internal voice began to scream. Who in the freak’n world said only 22 year olds can move around? What shackles makes us believe there are restrictions on living… at any age? This young man is single, well educated, and ambitious. What blows me away is that he already feels it is too late. Is it cultural? Is it fear? I suppose we all draw imaginary prisons to keep us safe when something new tempts us into the unknown.
From my viewpoint, he is missing some great adventures that will make him smile when he is at my age. It is never too late to stretch beyond our comfort zone. I really believe that.