Truthfully, I could probably finish this blog post right about now because by reading the title you already know what happened: I quit my day job.
Last year (actually, exactly one year ago) I shifted some things in my business and moved down to a part time position where I was working. I remember the feelings: exhilaration, nervousness, excitement, and a little bit of fear...all mixed up in thoughts that included "How in the world did I get here?"
It's been a whirlwind few months! In January Nathan and I visited West Africa, then at the end of February I headed to Charleston with friends for a retreat. Just a few days later my younger sister and I flew to Phoenix, Arizona, during her spring break to hang out and visit our grandma. Now I'm back at home, with wedding travel on the horizon. It's been fun!
Monday was our travel day, so not much exciting happened there except the renewed realization that airport food is far too expensive. Paying $5 for a bag of popcorn is not my idea of a bargain! Our connection between planes was so tight that by the time we RAN to the next gate the plane was boarding, but we made it in time...
It feels strange to say this but it's true: this blog post, and the heart behind it, has been a lifetime in the making. As a child I grew up overseas with parents who had a mission and purpose beyond just living a comfortable life and achieving the 'white picket fence' dream - it's something for which I'm forever grateful. Living in a third world environment for 9 years of my life has changed my perspective permanently.
It had been years since I had left the country when Nathan and I visited Africa in January. We have traveled a lot - Portland, Seattle, the Outer Banks, Charleston, and Arizona, to name a few - but it has all been for fun vacations or getaways. This year's trip was for a greater purpose and sparked something inside of me that I had long ago forgotten...
