I’ve been trying to write this post for the past month but I just don’t know how to do it. I don’t want to throw anyone under the bus but I want to tell my story the way that it happened. So I guess we’ll just dive right in at the request of several people who want to know how I made such a significant life change last year.
This time last year I was in a very different place. I mean, not locationally or anything but mentally and emotionally. My heart was so different from what it looks like now. I’m reminded of that because of the beauty/ horror of Facebook telling me, every day, what I did or said 1, 2, 7 years ago. So in addition to showing me how problematic I have been in the past, it also lets me know that I did brave or scary things. On New Years Eve of 2015, I quit my job. I quit this job that was killing me.
Ryan took me out for sangria at 2:00 pm and we sat together feeling like we’d just jumped off a cliff without knowing what was at the bottom.
I’m not sure we’ve landed yet.