As someone who thrives amongst the chaos of everyday life, I tend to welcome change.
In my mind, it allows us to grow and adapt while learning more about ourselves in a shorter period of time.
At this point, I'm ready for a significant change, a new chapter in which I can reshape my story.
It's not that I'm unhappy, I just have veered a little off course and I would like to get back on track.
In an ideal world, I could make a change like this on my own. However, I'm self-aware enough to know that I am more externally motivated than anything else.
Put me in an environment in which others are thriving and succeeding, and I will rise to the occasion. Ask me to do the same on my own, and admittedly, it will take me much longer.
I look forward to the discomfort that inevitably comes with change. This sort of friction is productive, much like the pressure needed to turn carbon into a diamond. There isn't anything necessarily wrong with carbon but, if you ask me, I would much rather be a diamond.