Three weeks ago, I quit my job. Believe it or not, in this economy I walked away from a secure, well-paying job within a large corporation to walk into the unknown. I was climbing the corporate ladder so to speak, working full-time with paid vacation. I was well-liked, respected, and fully vested. But I was wore out, tired to my core, and barely sleeping at night. I felt stressed all the time - not just by the stress of my job, but the stress of feeling torn between what I knew to be true in my heart and the fear of taking a bold leap of faith that I believed was being spoke into my spirit. I was also feeling the confusion of a life I once knew clashing with the possibility of a life I knew so little about. The words “I don’t know” became all I knew for sure.
So, I quit that job to follow a dream - not just a dream really, but a hope and a vision for the future. This is a vision for a much needed change in health care relationships, all driven by the experiences and suffering of a little boy named Michael. My friend sent me this quote a few months ago: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” The day finally came when I couldn’t remain tight in a bud for one minute longer.