A decision based on an overwhelming gut instinct, which according to most, is something one should always listen to. A gut instinct that could have easily been overturned with an intelligent argument between it and my head. But with this new year I made a resolution- trust my instincts and "listen to my gut." So far, I'm not impressed with it. And frankly, I already tire of its voice.
But I'm an adventurous girl, somewhat street smart, and capable-so I go. I've packed up my condo, said goodbye to my long-term relationship, blew my city a kiss, and fit everything I possibly could into my little Pontiac Vibe, including my rather extensive shoe collection, in search of...
What??? Wouldn't it be great if I had some wonderful, wordy, soul-shattering speech to deliver right about now? Some Oprah "Ah Ha" light bulb that illuminates my destiny. I keep waiting for some Eddy Murphy "Golden Child," moment to instruct me in what I'm supposed to be doing. "I, I, I, want the knife...Please."
The only constants I know about my move is where I'm staying and my vocation. My job whilst I'm there? A live in nanny to my 2 1/2 year old nephew and my 7 year old niece. Yes, me, the woman that has never really considered having children is going to be a nanny. I laughed too. But when my brother called and said they needed someone to watch the kids, I took the opportunity to take a break from my life and, as we say in Chicago, "Get my mind right."
As it turns out, this opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. (Que quasi fate music here...) All joking aside, I'd been feeling very claustrophobic and exhausted trying to keep life afloat. Decisions made during the previous year had turned out not to my advantage and I spent much of the last year fighting to stay employed, housed, and coupled. Truth be told, I'm exhausted.
And so begins my 6 month Colorado experiment...I can already smell the fresh mountain air.
