Once upon a time, in 2006, I was a professional blogger. I also worked in healthcare simultaneously. One day, my boss in the medical world found out I was writing and decided I had to choose between a real job and a hobby. I regret that I chose to give up blogging.
After that decision, the years began to gain momentum. The next thing I knew, I woke up as a domestic engineer, married with three kids, and some illegal chickens in my backyard.
One day, a fork in the road abruptly appeared. To the right was a familiar path, one I’d been on for years. To the left was a sign that read, “DANGER: Proceed at Your Own Risk.”
I drifted toward the right and hesitated. Did I really want to return to healthcare? It would be so amazing if I could be a writer. That ship had sailed 16 years ago. Hadn’t it? Yes. I had actively dived off.
I had started to turn back toward the safest option. As I lifted my foot to continue, I found that I couldn’t move. The “what if” of the left was too alluring. I changed direction, tripped, and fell into tall, wild grass. When I stood up and brushed myself off, I was lost.
There was nowhere to go but forward. So, forward I went.
Today I can tell you that I have traveled further than I thought. This path is still very uncertain. It has a lot of scary moments, but the adventure is worth every moment.