I hear this all the time. ALL. THE. TIME.
When I tell people what’s been going on in my life, I tell them I made this big decision to travel and help people and make a difference, sometimes I get really great reactions… and sometimes I don’t.
I get it, really I do, especially with people who are close to me. They are scared for me, because yes, it is a scary decision! But am I sure? Absolutely.
Sometimes, you just know. It might take a while to get there but once you’re there, that’s it. The decision is made. I have already jumped. Jump with me.
A lot of my life I feel like I have been bumping around in the background. The first time I ever felt truly alive and with purpose was my first trip to Haiti. We had walked up this giant waterfall, and I was standing below it, and I remember closing my eyes in complete contentment. I was happy. I was where I was supposed to be. This trip is calling to me in the same way. The day I got the phone call that I was accepted to go on the World Race, I closed my eyes for a brief moment and let the happy tears roll.
Yes, I am sure.
