I recently made the HUGE decision to leave my job as a waitress to pursue teaching yoga, photography and whatever else comes.
50% plan, 50% open to possibility.
I didn’t wake up and decide one day; it’s been a series of leaps every day for the past year and a lot of confusion and tears and time and late nights and early mornings and soul searching and asking and receiving.
A few key stars aligned to signal it was time, but when I got to the decision point, I found myself totally doubting myself. Sometime around the twelfth sleepless night, I realized that I had made this decision and I’d had better TRUST.
At 40, I am realizing that what’s scarier, is not listening to your heart. Not following your dream. Feeding your fears.
I’m kind of a late bloomer. But better late than never.