Today’s Daily Prompt asks, Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.
(This will detour from the given topic.)
A friend of mine received a job offer out of state. I went to the same job fair without the same result, but went just the same. Why?
There was nothing in my home state holding me back; I had grown tired of teaching and because my father said ‘go for it!’ He’s the adventurous traveler; my mother prefers to stay home. My brother had already taken a ‘slight detour-drive’ that way (supposedly it was just a weekend fishing trip, but I digress) and said ‘it’ll be fun!’
I’m the type of recovering workaholic who never ended one job without having another lined up. I had always assumed I’d continue teaching, but given the job I had left behind, spending my final employment year in retail, I had no idea what I was doing.
I didn’t feel comfortable with that.
So the Sunday’s leading up to departure for my first big move, I talked with Pastor S (who gave his last sermon this past Sunday) for guidance. He, like my father, said ‘let go; let God.’ Who knew what awaited me in Denver, but it was a move worth trying, a different road to travel on. Pastor S gave me six churches within a 15-mile distance from where I was moving to. That first Sunday, I drove to the first one in the stacks, the one less than 3 miles from ‘home.’
Did I end up teaching, despite my determination not to? Yes. Learned many things, too. Do I regret the near-decade in Denver? No. I was blessed with the friends and ‘family’ there and enjoy returning as time permits.
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