Today I have mixed emotions.

I just dropped my first-born off at the airport. She is going to college in Toronto and is starting a whole new life journey for herself.

Definitely, have some sadness around it. I remember her tiny little hands and her great big eyes looking at me for everything. So full of love and life and wonder. And today when I dropped her off, I saw those same eyes with those same feelings. Except add in a twinge of fear.

I am proud of the job I’ve done as her mother. I’m proud of the young lady she is. I am proud that she has the courage and grit to get out there and do her own thing while following her passion. Not a lot of people have that kind of bravery. She’s had to deal with a lot of flack about choosing acting as her career and has questioned it at times but man, you just don’t know until you try.

But I’m sad as well. The time with her has flown by. She’s blossomed into this super fun, exuberant person that’s a joy to be around. And then she moves! Well, at least I get to travel to a super cool city to visit her:)

My whole family is going through a big change, not just her. We moved off our little island into the city recently. It’s a very welcome change, but a change nonetheless.

And with change comes uncomfortableness. It’s uncomfortable packing, unpacking, and organizing. It’s uncomfortable giving up the familiar to step into unfamiliar. It’s uncomfortable not being able to just go with the status quo.

But change = growth. And if one is to grow as a person, spread their wings, learn new things, one must let go of the familiar. They have to take a leap of faith and go for it.

And so, my little family and I are embracing all the uncomfortableness & stepping into the unfamiliar.

As I read recently, I’d rather feel uncomfortable with change then comfortable in complacency.

Let the adventure begin.