“I can’t believe you’re leaving your home and your job,” a friend said to me in December after I had given formal notice I was leaving. “That seems like such a scary thing to do, especially at our age. What do you think you’ll do?”
I don’t know, I told her but I’m certain the right thing will come along. If it doesn’t, I’ll create it. I’ll have to.
At 40, I am (among the masses out there who are) starting over in many ways, with life, with career and with family. And while that may seem scary to some, I am among those who choose instead to focus on all of the opportunity before me to create the best possible life.
In moving to South Dakota the beginning of January 2013, I did everything possible to give myself a month of downtime .. to regroup, to think, to make conscious decisions about what I wanted to come next in life and career, to dream, to putz, to have a glass of wine in the middle of the day and not worry about being on the clock somewhere, to take care of my daughter and make sure the transition was the best that could ever be possible, to get paperwork organized (you know, all those files you keep saying you’ll get to), make sure address changes were going through, really ground us in our new home, life, marriage and family, to go through boxes of ‘stuff’ I haven’t looked at in years, pitch the old and make room physically and emotionally for all the new in our lives.
After a lifetime of being on the constant go, constant work, always trying to do more, earn more, do better .. I wanted one month. One month. To regroup. Heal. Center. Ground myself in our new home. Take a walk, not a run. Then. Then, I thought.. the resumes I have been sending out will certainly have found their way to someone, some company I am a good fit for. Some opening that’s currently posted. I’ll have found a great new job working of course, for someone else that is also a great fit and I’ll get at it.
2 1/2 months later, with the right job, the right fit and the right opportunity still somewhat elusive .. perhaps that isn’t what He has planned.
Perhaps the path I am to be on, the one I’ve been sifting and sorting through, dreaming about, narrowing down, passionate about and getting nudged toward is becoming much more clear.