This thing just got real, big time. As if I didn't need anymore proof that I was about to embark on a huge career move and act on an important life decision, a little more than a week or so ago I turned in my two weeks' notice to my boss. It was kind of a surreal and bitttersweet moment. I knew that it was a day that would come eventually but until that point it was nothing more than theoretical, something to look forward to and wonder how it would go rather than something that was in play. It was something that was way off in the future that didn't really seem to have any influence on my life at the moment and yet it did, especially now that I am just under 3 weeks from launching. Now it's practical, after next weekend I won't have a job and when I come back in 11 months I'll have to go through the process of finding one, resettling my belongings and moving forward with my life all over again. It's not exactly something that I'm looking forward too but it's a necessary step that, in order to participate in this adventure, was something that I was going to have to do. Back in October when I signed up for this things were moving slowly. I was taking my time getting stuff together, admittedly probably more than I should have. I'm pretty sure that the thought of 'this thing is 9 months away, I've got plenty of time' crossed my mind several times. Plenty of time to raise money. Plenty of time to prepare myself emotionally and spiritually. Plenty of time to get the word out and share the vision of what God was about to do in my life. 'Plenty of time' was before training camp. 'Plenty of time' was before I made my decision to leave a comfortable and convenient lifestyle and officially pursue this journey. 'Plenty of time' is quickly going away and once I'm on the field 'plenty of time' may be nonexistant. In the midst of this I feel like this event has completely crept up on me. What was once a long way off is now just around the corner and as I start to turn the corner I'm realizing how quickly it came to this point. The thing about going around corners is that even though they are a part of getting to your destination there is still an element of the unknown in making the turn. There is the possiblity that something on the other side may impede your walk, forcing you to change your route but the important thing is that you keep going and many times you don't really have a choice. After the events of a couple of weeks ago, I don't have a choice. There is no turning back. I'm taking this step of faith whether I want to now or not. The important thing is that I know what my destination is, no matter how many turns I have to make.
