I was 46 when I called Mom to tell her I wanted to pursue my purpose in life. At the time, I had a beautiful townhouse in Baltimore and a well-paying job that required me to work, on average, no more than twenty hours a week. More importantly, I spent a lot of my free time doing what I loved most, flying airplanes. But I was tired of doing work that filled my bank account and bankrupted my Soul.
Instead of advising me to, “Be responsible, because you have a great job and a nice house,” she said, “Quit your job, sell your house and move in with me so you can get started with your dream!” So I put my house on the market and it sold in two weeks, in one of the worst real estate markets in recent history. A month later I quit my job and headed to Virginia with my dog, Jennifer, and my MacBook Pro.
Mom came by her reinvention example honestly. At 52, she had a good job and a comfortable house in Huntsville, Texas. After a sabbatical in Washington, DC she came back convinced that it was time for her to pursue her calling as an artist. So three months later she quit her job, packed her car and moved thirteen hundred miles to the DC area, where she would have more opportunities to grow as an artist.
Beyond the immense amount of inspiration I drew from being around Mom for 52 amazing years, there’s a bigger lesson in her example for all of us:
Circumstances are not big enough to defeat a dream that has roots in your Soul!