The Leap

So, the time has come. I left my job that I absolutely loved to prepare for a move after living in Arizona for 14 years. It has been a journey of growth and maturation. I feel anxious and excited! But first, here's a little back story. I began my full-time job at Wayland Baptist University in 2015 as an Administrative Assistant, after my Mama picked me up from the airport from a long sabbatical over the course of 7 months, and drove me right to my interview that led me to being hired shortly afterwards. After two years of being in the administrative position, I was then offered an opportunity to be an Academic Advisor. That meant a promotion for me and it was certainly not a position that I felt qualified for, but my Dean and Assistant Dean thought otherwise. I didn't take the position immediately, but after being allowed a little time to think on it, I made the decision to give it a go. I was a bit hesitant at first, although I was able to observe and assist everyone I was in the office with and that I worked very closely with, it just made sense. So, here I am finally an advisor and feeling like I didn't deserve it, but it just fit me so well. The joy in it was being able to help my students, an assignment I didn't take lightly, find their purpose and pursue a degree that was centered around it. Everyday I learned something about myself while assisting them in their academic endeavors. It was more than work for me, it was purposeful and meaningful. There's not a day that I would not be encouraged with thoughts about my own purpose, that at the time, I felt I was fully operating in. After another two years, I was feeling that my time on my job was coming to an end. I was making preparations for my exit and thinking about my next move. I knew that sitting at my desk every morning when I walked into work was preparing me for my next. I had gotten engage and knew I would be leaving at some point, but I didn't think any sooner than I did. I decided to use my vacation leave one day and while I was away I sought God about my decision. Let me add that I had written up my resignation letter before I actually left to go on vacation and saved it to my drafts. Well, while on leave I decided to send my resignation. I had wrestled with it long enough and knew it was time. Fast forward, my last day on my job was July 1, 2019, and I couldn't have been more sure of my decision. The prayers, encouragement, personal talks, heartfelt conversations, laughs, meetings, planning, and making a difference had been a major part of my journey on my job. It was also one of slowing down, healing, and resetting within my own life. It was in that moment that I knew I would be stepping out in faith to do something that I would absolutely love—helping others find their God-given purpose and reach their fullest potential.

After I left my job, I had been in the process of packing my apartment for my major move out of Arizona. It was a transition that was already happening before my decision to leave my job, and finally, everything was aligning. Since I had gotten engaged, I was left with yet another decision and one that would move me out of where I was into a new location for a fresh new start, and that would ultimately change the trajectory of my life. On July 7th, I took the leap and made the move to the DMV, got married a few months later, and have been on my amazing new journey since.