February 2017 — Journal Entry

I’ve been getting that weird feeling again. The one I get when things are going to change…

Several times throughout my life, I have felt an odd vacancy open up somewhere above my heart that has inevitably signaled an eventual shift.

One time in particular had to do with a change in my job. I had been serving (i.e. every nonprofit job description EVER) at a pregnancy center as the director of development and communications. After two years, I physically sensed God urging me to stay alert–but also to wait patiently–for a new opportunity.

A month or so later, I received a call from a friend. She told me about a position that had opened up at a local college. This news fit so perfectly into that hollow part of my chest that I knew this was the change I had anticipated–and needed. I got the job at the college and worked there for eight years.

Now, I can question whether this intuitive tingle happens simply out of a desire for change that then enables me to recognize and more boldly take the next step. Or I can believe–which I do–that God is tapping me on the chest, like a loving but no nonsense coach while I stand there in my too-big-for-me jersey, and saying, “You. Get ready to go in.”

We’ll see if I’m discerning this current prodding correctly, or if I’m just making crap up as I get older.

I don’t know what that change might be. It could be a new job or a new city or a new-to-me-previously-owned, four-door Jeep Wrangler (fingers crossed)…

Read about my recent career change at ThePerennialGen.com and join us as we discuss these midlife transitions…