This blog post is inspired by and dedicated to my mother. “It takes a long time to become young.” – Pablo Picasso At some point in my late 20s I started to dread my birthday. I dreaded signs …
I wrote an article for The Change Blog titled, “5 Ways to Discover and Nurture Your Intuitive Voice,” where I told the story of how I quit a lousy job and took six months off from work to travel, and in the process found my intuitive voice.
A woman named Judy posted a comment in response that stuck with me.
“Gee Allyson, sure you wanna do this?” my co-workers said as I prepared to quit my job.
I was a tenured “direct hire” for the U.S. government, which meant iron clad job security for life. But despite my gold-plated healthcare insurance, the job felt light years away from my heart’s true calling.
I trudged to work every morning to the subway surrounded by trench coats, humming to myself, “The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.” By most standards, it was a commendable job working for the U.S. agency that administered foreign aid. The job gave me the opportunity to serve others, but in a paper-pushing sort of way, not the impactful way I truly wanted.