Many years ago, when I imagined what this day would look like, I envisioned myself singing the John Denver classic, “Leaving on a Jet Plane.” Sure enough, as I opened my eyes this morning, the song began playing on repeat in my head.
Now, I am sat at gate E3 in Las Vegas’ McCarran International Airport waiting to board my flight to Israel. I figured today would be a good day to record some of my thoughts and feelings for posterity.
All week, I have felt a relative sense of calm. No major moments of doubt or panic about my decision. For the first time in my life, I managed to pack my bags throughout the week leading up to the flight rather than the night before. In my eyes, that is a major accomplishment.
Leaving my mom at security was, as expected, the hardest part of my decision to date. She has been so incredibly supportive of my decision, even though it puts 7,397 miles, and a 10-hour time difference between us. I am so grateful to have a mom who has always encouraged me to follow my heart and, more importantly, to embrace change as it comes. When we first moved to the US from Israel, she always would say that change is a good thing. It has taken me all of my life to realize what levels of depth that little platitude held.
Once, I thought it meant that when things change, they get better or easier. Over the course of time, however, I came to realize that change is not a good thing for the ease it brings. Rather, the goodness of change is that through the challenges it brings, change presents us with an opportunity for growth. It is only with the discomfort and struggle that accompany great change that great growth can happen.
Here then, I sit, confident in my decision, and a little uncomfortable, eager to see what growth awaits with this great change.