Mainly those in my close circle know what really sent me packing and off to Africa several years ago. I was recently asked about it and I realized that I hadn’t formed words around it. All I know is that it was an inner knowing that life was much bigger than the one that I was living. By the way, life wasn’t bad for me—a high paying job, fancy car, large house, great relationship—what more could I ask for? Fulfillment. It was all I really wanted. I wanted to feel like my life was making a difference in this world and it wasn’t in that state.
How many of you believe in omens? I do. I had been offered an UNPAID opportunity to do an International internship with the Jane Goodall Institute in Tanzania for six months. In order to do it, I had to leave behind all of my creature comforts, let alone the ability to pay for myself once I arrived. Here’s where the omen comes in. I wrecked my brain thinking about leaving but I was scared! I couldn’t understand why such a challenge felt right. I wanted to go but I would have probably remained clinging desperately to my 9 to 5 until I was told about the dream.
I had been praying and praying and asking and asking for a guidance on whether this was the right move. I had only about two weeks left before the time I needed to depart and I hadn’t even decided if I would. But then, one morning, my co-worker told me she had a game-changing dream about me—one that made no sense. She said I left work in a short-time frame and everyone was looking for me, mourning me. She was sent to find me and once she did, I looked the happiest and the most beautiful she had ever seen. She tried to encourage me to return to work and I told her no, that I was fulfilled and that it was worth it to step out on faith. I told her that life was about taking risks and that anyone who would not was spineless. My friend also mentioned that in the midst of our discussion, I was running my own enterprise and she said I was surrounded by people and directing them here and there. When she finished, she said something like, “wasn’t that a silly dream?” Then I told her what I was grappling with and how everyone of my questions was answered through her dream. Her mouth fell open. The thought still gives me goose bumps.
It was the sign I was awaiting. I printed off my resignation and took it over to my boss within the hour. What was I felt? Hope. The chance to push pause and make sense of my life. The chance to offer more to others and the world. The chance to make the difference. I instinctively stepped out on faith and it did not disappoint. God provided accordingly and it was just enough to get by like how the day I landed in Tanzania, a tenant finally rented the house I left behind. And so it went. When one thing became undone during those six months, something else would happen to make it livable, survivable. When I came home my bills and affairs were sloppy. But slowly I pushed through and began realizing that that single trip exposed to me, my life passions. Writing. Teaching. Building. Inspiring. Connecting with others—it was all a part of it. It’s what I do today and it’s primarily because I answered the call half-way around the world.
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