Don’t Wait For Spring

The day I gave up waiting for the right moment took a very long time in the making. For years the excuses and roadblocks piled up. All legitimate reasons to put the dream job, dream career, bliss following…whatever, on the back burner. None were sacrificial, like donating a kidney or saving a forest, just life taking priority — spouse, children, obligations. I mindlessly became a cog in the wheel, spinning to someone else’s agenda, all the while thinking “some day”.

It was January, three years ago when “someday” arrived. I walked into the family room and held up a letter that had arrived in the mail. My husband looked at me over his glasses, and waited. With more than 30 years of my dramatic displays, he didn’t flinch.

Then I waved the business size envelope with what I think would be the same excitement as if the Massachusetts State Lottery had sent us a big fat check.

“I hold in my hand,” I said, smugly, “the last college tuition bill we are willingly going to pay.”

Our last kid was ready to graduate in the spring. And now, after all our due diligence as responsible parents, we were officially taking #3 off the payroll. This was to be my time. We’d had meetings about this pending day. It had been part of the big plan. I would leave my job and write something. Anything. It didn’t matter what I produced so long as I used the time to produce. There was never a question in my mind that I would write with the same passion and energy I’d given my family and other obligations.

I wasn’t looking to end a career, rather to start living my dream.

BE F-G AWESOME TODAY!

Original graphic and quote: Stephanie DelTorchio