Have you ever felt yourself deadlocked in internal conflict, bouncing back and forth between the comfort of staying put and the lure of letting go?
Ever struggled to choose because part of you wanted something new, while another part of you needed to keep everything the same?
I have. Once upon a time, I worked as a nonprofit program director in DC. It was a stable, undeniably meaningful job, one that connected me to a caring community and supported my deepest values.
Those things were true, but there were other truths, too.
There were the tears that prickled behind my eyes on my morning commute. There was the relentless thrum of exhaustion, the drumbeat of my jam-packed days.
And there was the whisper of my true self, the one who wanted so badly to be a writer.