20 years ago this week, I drove from Atlanta home to Massachusetts with my faithful dog Zeus.
We moved back to MA for me to go back to school and change careers. It was exciting and terrifying. While MA had always been home, I had built a life in Atlanta, had lots of amazing friends and a career in the hotel industry that provided me with opportunities to do lots of cool things. It just wasn't doing it for me and my plan was to become a guidance counselor but once I was introduced to systems theory and relational work, I knew it was family therapy for me.
Flash forward and 6 years ago, I made the transition from my job as a senior manager in a community mental health agency to working with clients again and once again it was exciting and terrifying. There is not guaranteed salary or vacation time etc. but I knew it was time and the right thing for me. Jump! No regrets.
I had lost Zeus and wasn't ready for another dog and when I was, I started putting feelers out and 5 years ago, I picked up this little guy who everyone knows is Jameson #jamesontherapydog.
Why share all this with you? Because I know how scary it is to take a chance, to choose something different and have faith that it will work out (and a little planning) and some of our "jumps" are big and some are small but the key is to NOT sit on the sidelines of our own life.
When have you held your nose and jumped?