Leaving my cousin’s house after early Sunday morning coffee, I was running by my aunt’s house to grab a set of keys. As I drove by what used to be my grandfather’s farm and home, I took in the early spring beauty from the variety of greens displayed by the budding trees and renewing grasses. Then I exhaled. In that moment I knew that I was where I belong, where I was meant to be. My entire body exhaled. I was home.
My new year’s resolution for 2020 was to update my resume, find a new job and move back to Kentucky. I spent the first two months of the new year editing and polishing a new resume. I was ready to roll on March 1. That plan did not work so well.
Fast forward to November 2021 when, on a lark, I downloaded the Indeed app to see what jobs were available near the farm. Only one job met my search parameters. I felt as if the job description had been written for me.
After an interview process slowed by devastating December tornados, I accepted the job in early March. Six weeks to the day of acceptance, I had moved and started the new position.
When COVID put the brakes on life as I knew it, I used the time as constructively as possible. The abundance of down time gave me the opportunity to work on myself through a combination of reflection, spiritual learning and practice and a daily yoga practice. This power combination not only changed my attitude, but it also helped me clarify what I felt was my next step in life. The ending of my social life as I knew it created a windfall that allowed me to get completely out of debt. Those two COVID results put me in a place where I could make a radical change.
I am home. I am at peace. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.