Today marks 4 months since I quit my job.
It feels like it was yesterday but at the same time it feels like it was years ago.
I often find myself texting with my gal pals and saying "how in the world did I used to do all of this and have a full time job??"
The short answer is that I was a crazy person who took on too much and would have a melt down about every 2.5 weeks.
Those melt downs have been few and far between in the last 4 months.
I am pursuing dreams that I have had for a long time.
I am not doing anything like curing cancer or solving world peace, but I am trying to leave my footprints in this big ol'world.
I started a hand made business and will have sold my items at three handmade markets come December.
I am working on starting a website called Navy Wives Unite.
I have started attending a bible study that is rocking my world. God really knew what he was doing when he lead me to this group of amazing women.
Some days I struggle with my decision. I don't really have a job title I can tell people. I'm not a stay at home mom because I don't have a bebe. I don't even think people use the term housewife anymore. I don't really know a word to describe what I do, but I assure you I am not sitting at home eating bon-bons and watching people's court. I don't really know how to add to a conversation when I am with a group of people talking about their job.
Financially we have been really trying to pinch pennies. We knew the first few months would be a bit rough. Scott should be getting his E5 to E6 pay increase in December. By the Grace of God after I quit my job we finally got the news he was selected for OCS and that pay increase will come sometime next year. At that point we will be in a seriously much better financial place. Until then I keep away from places like the Mall, Target and Forever 21. We don't go to expensive dinners, we eat out far less than we used to. I get Starbucks far less than my little heart would like, but I am happy.
I am beyond happy with where I am in my life. I am trying to make my dreams become a reality. I am trying to make a small difference in this world. I am doing this because my husband, my friends and my family believe in me. They encourage me and remind me that I do make a difference.
There is still so much I want to do. I want to write. While I am no John Steinbeck, Elizabeth Gilbert or Emily Bronte I love to write. Writing Fiction is not in my future. But, I know when it comes to things like writing about the military from the wife and family perspective I am fully capable of doing this. I have been told many times that I have an energy about me. When I talk about things you can see my passion and it rubs off on others. I don't really know exactly what I do except for follow my heart. I speak from the heart and speak the truth. I can't be fake, I can't pretend to like or support something when I don't. That means if it comes out of my mouth I am a believer.
Yesterday I received an email from a friend. Here are a few lines of what she said:
"I just wanted to encourage you to keep pressing forward with your goals and don't be afraid to dream big! You have amazing potential! You seem to know how to network and build teams. You know how to marry your skills with your passions. You know how to make a mobile career. The Naval community needs you!"
This made my heart so happy. When others can see what I am trying to accomplish I know I am on the right path. I think her email will be printed and hung in my office as a constant reminder. It will remind me that even when I don't know exactly where I am going or what I am doing I am making a difference.
Are you following your dreams?