When was the last time I did something crazy? Answer: too long ago.

About 12 years ago, when I told my family and friends that I was moving abroad to a country half a world away from my birthplace, I was told that I was either very brave or very crazy. But I did it anyway. I knew nothing about the language, very tiny bit about the culture, and I had no one else here but the person that I came here for.

And yet, here I am now, comfortably living and integrating with the people here, making new friends, working in a permanent position, and speaking the country’s language–may I say–fluently.

Sometimes you just need that craziness. Push yourself out of your own boundaries and go for it, do whatever it is you’ve always wanted to do (as long as it doesn’t hurt other people, in any sense, of course). Get yourself out of your comfort zone, to make another, new comfort zone elsewhere.

In about 24 hours from now, I am doing exactly that. Setting things in motion, before I change my mind. And once I do it, I can’t undo any of it anymore, there’s no looking back, and I will just have to go through it no matter what.

Listen to me, being overly dramatic over a few teasers for my new book.

But it is important to me. This is, after all, CRAZY for me, to think that after only writing for myself for years, I’m suddenly letting it out for public. I feel so exposed, yet I want to do it. I feel scared, yet I’m ready.

The time is now.