It's been six months since my last post. November, 2, 2010. I stopped writing because, despite quitting my job and attempting to pursue my life long passion, whatever that may be, my life was clicking along with nothing particularly special going on. Boring.
So I quit my job in April, 2010. It's been almost a year. And I have become inspired to write again. Inspired by a couple of things. Inspired because I have lost someone very special to me. And inspired because I have fallen in love.
Lou, my stepfather, died on April 15, 2010. He was a wonderful man and I was fortunate enough to be at his and my mother's home for the last couple of weeks of his life. Even more fortunate to be by his side as he died. He was a humble, sweet, affectionate, kind, loving and generous man. Truly, people like me stand on the shoulders of giants like Lou's to even get a glimpse of what the world could possibly be like. I wake up now, thinking about my day, and wondering what Lou would do. How would Lou do it?
He made such an impact on so many people. He was not a politician. He was not a rich man. He was not famous. He did not hold the answer to cure the world's problems. He was an ordinary man who had a faith in God beyond most and a love for his wife and family beyond the pale. He just simply loved God, his fellow man and lived a life of humility and gratitude. He actually loved life.
So, I have had the rare opportunity to have someone so wonderful in my life. I can only take this example and use it as a guide blueprint for my future.
As far as falling in love, I did some travel as people are wont to do when they quit their jobs. I intended to travel to Southeast Asia for several months, then thought it too sad to travel for that long alone. I wanted to learn how to speak French so thought about France, but then thought it was too cold in the fall, so eventually decided on St. Martin and St. Barth. Long story short, I went to St. Martin and did not like it very much, but then went to St. Barth and fell in love with an island. Immediately. I was traveling over the holidays -- the busiest season of the year -- and decided I wanted to stay an extra week. Nearly impossible to do to find a hotel room. But where there is a will there is a way. I stayed an extra week. Then another (and with my mother's amazing grace -- she agreed to keep Bridgette even with a sick husband and having to walk Bridgette in the middle of the winter). And another. During that time, I decided I wanted to return to St. Barth, making a life in St. Barth and New York.
And this is where my new career/life would be centered around.
So, I have never had a dream. Kind of weird. Kind of sad. But I had a dream while I was on this trip to live on St. Barth. I am still formulating what the career/job/business will be, but it will involve St. Barth.
So, I have not answered whether quitting my job is reckless or limitless. But there is no end goal anymore. It is indeed the journey. If I flop, I flop. It is all about experiences. I experienced Lou's death in a way I could never have had I worked at a law firm or had a job in the states. I happened to be in transition and was able to spend the time with him and my mother without rushing to and from a job and giving my every devoted moment to them. I would never trade that for anything. It doesn't matter if I am 5 years behind in my career. Or 10.
There are many facets to this choice. To be continued. . .
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