Today’s blog post is brought to you by the bottle I just opened… Courage, one of Saarloos and Sons best. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to blog about today, but courage seems to be a good topic.
Courage - the ability to do something that frightens one; strength in the face of pain or grief. I think we’ve all had to search for that at one point. I know if my 40+ years its been a number of times I’ve had to do this. The big one that pops into my head was the courage to leave home from my comfortable little small town world in South Dakota and start a new assignment at a hospital I’ve never been to, a state that I had never even visited and a company I had never worked for. It was THE best decision I have ever made. Not that is wasn’t difficult and there were plenty of well meaning skeptics, but it was what I needed. What my soul needed. It was the most amazing adventure. I made my sister Susan drive across country with me. I can only imagine what my parents were thinking when we told them that I (22) and my sister (18) were packing up the Honda and heading east to somewhere they’d never even heard of. Three days of questionable hotels and ‘scenic routes’ - we had arrived to Roanoke Virginia. It was beautiful, like no place I’d ever seen. My first big girl move. I put my sister on her first ever flight back to middle America and unpacked the dirty Honda. I met one of my bestest friends in Roanoke; Christine. She’s my ride-or-die girl. We had the most amazing adventures in VA and pretty much everywhere since then. Still to this day, we are in each others lives for all the big AND small moments.
The other ‘big’ moment of courage that comes to mind is deciding to go back to school to study photography. I knew I needed something else in my life. My left brain, analytical and methodical, was fulfilled working in the medical field. But my right brain was yearning for some creativity. I needed an outlet. I was on assignment in Santa Barbara at the time I made the decision to move back to Minneapolis and go to school for photography. That took a lot for me. I was a nomad for five years and LOVED every minute of it. I had worked and traveled all over the country and met the most amazing humans. Now, I was making the decision to commit to learning a new craft and settling in one place for God knows how long?? This was big for me, but I knew in my heart, I needed to do it. And now, I have the best of both worlds. I continue to work in healthcare in Santa Barbara and LOVE the creative outlet I have photographing HS Seniors.
Think about the last time you took that scary step, big or small. Was it liberating? How’d it work out?