Just before taking off from New York several weeks ago, I wrote on Facebook…
Goodbye New York. Hello Florida. Leap of Faith.
And it is. Like many things in life, there is no way of knowing how it will all work out.
I have a friend who six months ago decided to pull a George Costanza. It’s based on an episode of Seinfeld where George decides to do the opposite of his natural inclinations. My girlfriend is trying this. She knew her old routines weren’t bringing her what she wanted. So now, whatever her natural inclination – she does the opposite. And you know what? The pieces of her life are falling into place.
I have another friend who did not think she had a drinking problem. But she stopped drinking anyway and suddenly things started working out for her. She’s been sober for a long time. Her life is still working out for her.
These are leaps of faith.
I am willing to take risks. In my 20s, I went to Montana because I wanted to be a reporter. At first, it did not seem to be a particularly good decision. I loved my job but I was freezing. And very lonely. At one point, I found myself having surgery after being dumped by a construction worker (these two things were not related) and I knew I was close to rock bottom. It didn’t help that my mother was clearly visibly torn between being at my bedside and being at the vet in Connecticut where her dog was also coincidentally having surgery.
Those were dark days for me. But that job got me my next job in Connecticut which was less freezing. And it’s also where I just happened to run into an old acquaintance named Rick. And my life was forever altered.
These days right now aren’t dark but they are challenging. I feel overwhelmed. I feel rundown. Every day I pray that my 3rd grader has a better day but she is still sobbing that she doesn’t like her new school. She misses our house. She misses her friends. She misses sledding (yes, I know, it’s still September.)
I understand how she feels. Because I feel the same way (minus the sledding). At least Dylan’s birthday falls on Yom Kippur this year. That should really cheer her up.
But this is the thing with leaps of faith. It’s not always so obvious how it’s all going to work out. That’s where the faith comes in.
I can envision happiness here. It’s just the details that are still fuzzy.
mama bird notes:
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They want to help kids like 14-year-old Alexander Draper who is 555 lbs. His mother was charged with criminal neglect for letting him gain too much weight. Alexander was soon placed in foster care and taken away from his mother, as she faced her trial (2 felonies, 15 years, $50k bond). “Alexander Draper’s situation is all too common. There’s a fine line between neglect and miseducation,” states Reset Wellness founder Jamal Williams. “As a nonprofit, we’ve come up with a program that educates families on healthy lifestyles and holds them accountable.”
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