The Unlived Life

I gave myself 30 days to change everything

I was waking up with a gut-wrenching pit in my stomach.
Not because something was wrong — but because nothing felt right.
My life looked fine from the outside, but inside, I felt trapped:
This isn’t it.

Maybe you know that feeling too — like there’s another life waiting for you somewhere.
The one you get visual vignettes of and tell yourself will all come together someday.

That’s The Unlived Life — the version of you that exists on the other side of fear and self-doubt.

We’re always waiting for a sign — a moment when things will just click — but life doesn’t work that way.
No one is going to come and save you.
You’re the only person who can.

If you’re lucky, there won’t be a life-altering tragedy that propels you into finally taking a chance on yourself.
If you’re lucky, your purpose — screaming at the top of its lungs — will be enough to get you to take action.
To do something.
Anything.

That’s exactly where I was just a few months ago.

Back in May, I reached a point where I realized I couldn’t keep living the life I was in.
I wasn’t fulfilled.
I wasn’t growing.
I wasn’t excited to wake up.

I frequently complained that I wanted to move, but I wouldn’t take any steps to actually do it — resistance.

But on May 1, 2025, instead of letting the anxiety continue to build, I made a decision.
I gave myself a deadline — 30 days — to change everything.

No more waiting.
No more half-living.
I sold nearly everything I owned.
I quit my job.
I ended my relationship.
And on May 25, I was out.