Last week, I lost my job.
Not the one as wife or mother or friend or daughter or sister or neighbor or community member...
No, the job that paid me both money and a connection to amazing women.
When my second child, Kate was born, my husband and I made a decision that I would try staying at home. A one-year "give-it-a-go" has turned into seven and a half of crazy blessings in the making. Two months into our decision, I had an opportunity to join a direct sales company and sell jewelry. It got me out of the house a few nights a month, put a little jingle in my pocket, earned me some trips and gave me time without my children to engage with other women over wine and sparkles. I loved every minute of it.
And then, we got notice that our company was closing in 30 days.
It was a shock.
And since that time, I've been praying and researching. Looking for the next step.
I have some constraints. My youngest daughter, Claire still has a year and half before she starts kindergarten and I'm resolute that I'll be home with her until she goes.
Mostly, I've been praying for a gentle nudge...no really, more of a swift kick in the pants as to which direction I should go. The problem is that often I have a hard time choosing my path unless a million and one family members and friends point me toward that fork in the road.
It's the part of me that I wish I could change. The insecure component that wants to choose the route that the majority of people are vying for. I guess...the path of least resistance. And sometimes in life, that's for the best. It makes sense to take the main stream approach recognizing that it's a short-term decision made in the interim for the benefit of the situation at hand.
But in spite of that, I've been praying that God would gift me with a deep, passionate desire to move in a specific direction that wouldn't be the easiest, most convenient or popular compelling me to move forward regardless of what the world thinks.
So when I found this quote, I latched on...
I'm dabbling with the idea of pole dancer, circus performer, avante garde Swedish meatball maker, who knows...the possibilities are endless.
Wherever I land, I know it will be good. And in a way, I'm very glad that I'm starting a new year on the precipice of change. It makes it all the more exciting.
Here's to jumping...even if everyone thinks I'm crazy.