I had just gone to turn in a history term paper, and was walking down the hallway when a noticeboard caught my eye. Tacked to it was a poster about a program called Teach Hungary. It had those little paper tags at the bottom with the phone number that you tear off. So I tore it off, walked back to my apartment and called the number.
10 minutes later, I had a job the following fall teaching high school English in a little town in Hungary called Mohacs, right on the Danube, about 9 miles north of the border on Serbia.
I didn't speak Hungarian. I didn't know anyone there. I didn't know anything about Hungary. I had never lived in another country. But I was going.
I got to thinking of this today while reading Cathy Zielske's blog, where she wrote about a column in Real Simple that asked the question, "What is the most fearless thing you've ever done?"
Moving to Hungary in 1993 was mine. I had no idea what to expect. My parents were probably scared to death, but they never tried to dissuade me. In the end, I loved it so much, I went back for a second year, only returning in 1995 to the states because I had student loans to pay.
I learned then that I could do anything. Which is why, when I found myself pregnant and alone in a new state with a new job where I knew no one, apart from my son's father, I decided to have the baby. "The baby" is now 5, and I am now happily married and about to have my second child.
Life has a funny way of always working out.
So be fearless. Take the scary new job. Move to the scary new place. Dig up the courage and introduce yourself to someone new. Be scared. But be fearless.