Well, I've gone and done it. I've committed the crazy act
that makes baby boomers shake their heads and widen their eyes. I've quit my
job...without a new one to turn to. And deep down I think I should have been a
baby boomer, I certainly behave like one. Be careful and life on 5 are my mottos. If it isn't safe then it's not worth the
worry. And then I went and wrote that scary
little notice of departure.
Let me back up; no, I am not pregnant nor moving out
of state. I am not sick and need personal time. I am still Kate and completely
capable of continuing to manage volunteers for a pediatric hospital. So what is
my problem? I work for the #6 peds hospital in the nation and I'm leaving. This is not a move for the anxious and I
think we all know the name of my blog. Lots of fears crossed my mind in this decision.
Money? Health Insurance? Dreams of
owning a home this year? Ramen noodles every night from now on? What will I do
next? What if a job does not materialize on my time table? These are valid concerns. Please know that none
of these are lost on me. But yet here I stand.
God is so crazy and beautiful. I have no idea what is next and I have spent a
lot of time journaling, praying, and staring off into traffic about this. I
know God is moving and I have taken a giant leap of hope. Daily I battle fear
but I feel the warmth of comfort too. I
am excited to see what is next and excited to see what is now. I know that He
is taking care of me, as he always has. I
am praying through some new opportunities and I am joyful in the yes's and the
no's.
I have set sail for a new journey; I'm just not entirely sure
what kind of wind it is yet. And I am ok with that.
