So this fall, I'm leaving the job I've been at for the past twelve years. I'm leaving this job and the salary and security that goes along with it and going back to school.
Sometimes you just have to shake it up, is how I figure.
I have shaken it up in my life two times in a big way and both of them led me to amazing places, people and experiences. I think always know it's time to shake it up when I get too comfortable.
This time I got so comfortable being comfortable that I forgot to shake it up until two things happened.
1. Tad reminded me that it's time.
2. I got uncomfortable.
So. I think I've known for a long time that it was time to shake it up again...so here we go.
The first time I shook it up was when I left home, at the tender(ish) age of 18 to go to college. I walked around whitewater with a long hippy skirt and a ministry t-shirt and knock-off birkenstocks and smoked cigarettes. I pretended I was cool until I realized it was a lot cooler just to be me. I studied hard and found out that I was actually pretty good at school, contrary to what my high school experience told me. I didn't call home for a month just to prove to myself that I didn't need to. That shake up left me stronger, braver and smarter than I was before it started.
The second time was when I left for the Peace Corps. I was having such a good time in my easy job, my house full of parties and drinking and all-hours fun. And I realized. This isn't doing anything for my growth. I better get out of here and get uncomfortable. So I moved to Estonia for two years. And I made friends and had experiences that changed my life entirely. I grew inside like a wild crawling vine.
Here's shake up number three. I feel pretty ready.
I love to imagine future me, remembering this limbo period, before I started... knowing what I will know then.
|Circa shake up #1, 1993|
|Shake up #2, 2000|
|AND shake up #3, 20|