I was watching Van Wilder the other day and it gave me a few key pieces of advice, that I’m trying to keep locked in my head prior to my Boston-adventure. The advice is as follows…
“Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere.”
“Don’t take life too seriously…you’ll never get out alive.”
The wise and all-knowing Mr. Wilder was dead on with both of these little quips. I know I’ve got a big hill to climb sitting in front of me with this move. I’m going all the way across the country to a place that I’ve only been to once and that was for three days to find an apartment. I’ve got no job and I’m pretty much guaranteed to get nailed in the face with a fist full of culture-shock.
But what’s a brotha gonna do, right?!
That’s right. I could freak out about it, but that’s not gonna make it any easier or better for me. I can’t assume that any of the afformentioned facts make this a life or death situation (unless I get mugged)…so basically, I need to sit back. Enjoy the time I’ve got left here in the Midwest and just roll with the punches from here on out.
Which should be fine, because that’s how I roll…