Long time, no write friends! I’ve been promising a post on what I’ve been up to lately, and I’m finally finding the mental energy to break it allllll down. Grab a coffee and settle in for part one.
Back in late 2017, I started talking to Patrick about quitting my corporate job and actually doing the blogging and freelance thing full time-sort of like what my favorite financial blogger, Bobby over at M$M, did when he quit his full-time teaching career after making all of $3 on his blog. (I hadn’t made much more, haha)
My mind was made up-I would intern for a local organic farmer and go ALL IN on the minimalist and sustainable living niche that I love so much. I’d write about my days traipsing around the farm and living off the land and just knew it’d pay our bills. (insert 50 crying, laughing face emojis).
I visited said farm around Thanksgiving and hung out for a few hours picking mustard greens, washing squash in preparation for CSA delivery day, and deciding this would be my new life. For whatever earthly reason, Patrick was fully supportive of this decision (and really any idea I dream up) and I couldn’t love him more because of it.
Most times it may seem like I have my life together, but sadly (or amazingly) enough, I’m no stranger to quitting a job without a real back up plan.
***Cue flashback scene***
Back in 2011 I quit my job, broke up with a boyfriend, traveled through Europe and moved cross country back to Nashville-better known as my 1/4 life crisis. When I returned to TN, I started working back at my OG college job at Chili’s, because I was happier serving fajitas than just showing up to work for a paycheck, ha! (That’s another post for another day).
I quickly landed on my feet and found a career I loved in the health and wellness world. After several years moving up the ranks and over to a major healthcare company based here in Nashville, I again started feeling professionally unfulfilled.
Fully intending to carry out Mission: 1/3 life crisis in 2018, we even switched my healthcare insurance over to my husband’s plan in preparation of the big corporate exit.
Then somewhere between the holidays, wanting to pay down our mortgage, studying investment strategies and planning a Q1 vacation, I got comfortable with adulthood and decided to hang out at my job for a bit longer. I had amazing coworkers, a brand new open concept office and a relatively flexible schedule that allowed me to travel and still do the side hustle/blog thing.
There I was, skipping along this newly settled path toward my shiny, new American dream; my organic farming apprenticeship with The Barefoot Farmer slowly drifting away.
Jeff-if you, Kristina or Anthony ever read this, I’m sorry for coming to the farm, playing dress up and leaving you with one less intern this year. (They’ve probably forgotten I exist, but just in case-because I’m certain our paths will cross again one day).
While I was busy shoving those ‘Life begins at the end of your comfort zone’ quotes in a box in my figurative dream closet, God was busy making other plans.
On an obscure Tuesday in late January, our CEO held a team meeting to inform us that our entire department (minus 4 people) was being eliminated, with no valid explanation or reason.
I had never felt so factory farmed and indispensable as in that moment, sitting with my team in our new, state of the art conference room. At the same time, it was hard not to laugh because I had prayed for this and dreamed of it for an entire year. CHANGE.
What’s happened in the few short months after receiving that sobering, yet glorious news? A LOT! But you’ll have to wait a few days for part II.
As I sit here, writing this from my
office couch, I still can’t fathom where I’ve been already, nor what’s to come, but I do know one thing-life’s too short to worry about what tomorrow may bring.