When I moved back to Georgia almost two years ago, I thought I had the rest of my life figured out.
I would work for home on a job that I loved. I would reconnect with family and friends and grow old in the mountains of my childhood.
This new simpler life would allow me to write the story that had been gnawing at my heart and possibly achieve that lifelong dream of publication.
After a year of getting accustomed to my new life, a business venture presented itself and I jumped at it. My niece expressed an interest in being partners and everything fell into place.
The plan was for it to be a side venture, I would work it as needed and then eventually sell it in a couple of years, making myself and my niece a nice hefty profit.
The story continued to gnaw at me, but with my full time job, and a new business venture it disappeared further and further into the background.
Today, I find myself at a crossroads.
The business venture with my niece has become my passion and my joy! Every day is a new adventure and I thoroughly enjoy being with her and the other people we have working with us. We do fun work and get to impact people’s lives in fun, silly, loving, insignificant, earth-shattering ways.
The job that allowed me to move back to God’s Country and take on more responsibility and play a larger role in a company that I loved has done a complete 360.
Over the past 3 years, the company has now been bought and sold three times, I have had five direct bosses and I have gone from being a major decision maker to someone who has no voice and is told by 30-somethings on a daily basis that I don’t know how to do my job.
And then there is the story that continues to gnaw at me.
I am at a crossroads. I love the business that my niece and I are creating, but for now it cannot afford me the financial stability I currently have.
My job is tenuous and frustrates me in ways that I never imagined. Seeing my generation pushed out and replaced by 30-something wunderkinds is disheartening and something I would not have expected when we were sold the first time or even the second time…… but you know what they say, “the third time is the charm!”
And then there is the story, I find myself thinking about these characters constantly. I am getting encouraging notes and emails from people out of the blue who tell me I should write more. My passion for the story grows daily.
I am at a crossroads and know the road I want to travel, now if I only had the guts to make that dramatic turn.
I will keep moving forward with a faith that my journey has many twist and turns yet to maneuver and a confidence that the story, the passion and the rest will all work out as intended.