I spent the majority of 2017 really examining my life, my career, my personal interests and the needs of my family. Years of long commutes, stress at work and getting home closer to bedtime left me exhausted, frustrated and with little left to give the ones that deserved the best of me. I knew that something had to give, but I didn’t know where to begin.
One weekend, while performing a long overdue closet cleanout, I came across a scrapbook of articles that I wrote for a local newspaper when I was in college. Now, I’m not normally a very emotional person, but tears came to my eyes as I read. This, my inner voice whispered, this is what you should be doing. The more I read, the more the tears began to flow. I had been asking for a sign, and I thought this was as close to a flashing light as I was going to get.