Today is my birthday, I am 41 years old.

When I was 39 I realized I was unhappy and feeling trapped in a place without many friends or a sense of community, where everything was so expensive that even with my high paying job I was paycheck to paycheck. Where even the environment felt hostile and strange. I had been trying to make it work for years, and I finally said to myself it's not working. I need to make some big changes.

I quit the job. I moved back across the country. I spent a year doing the Artist's Way, meditating and listening to my intuition, and living on faith.

It didn't feel good, because change never does. It's been a lot of discomfort and confronting fears about maybe I blew up an ok life for a pipe dream of a better one. On my 40th birthday I was unemployed, homeless, and without any clue how it was all going to work out.

But now I have a house with a big deck and a yard for less than half the rent I was paying in the Seattle area for a tiny apartment. I have a job that pays less, but is fully remote and I work with really nice, wonderful people. I lead a community group which is already huge and active even though we aren't even a year old. I have so many friends that when I got hurt this week I've had people checking in on me constantly.

I am feeling blessed and lucky. Things don't work out in our plans, but in God's plan. And as such it works out even better than we could imagine.

I am glad that I was brave enough to make big changes. I am so excited for what the future has in store for me 🥰