The leaving is hard to explain.
Fulfilling work, beautiful friendships and things still left to learn
but, the longing persisted. I listened and left.
After a decade, leaving behind a “dream job”, because it wasn’t where he was calling me to be.
People were perplexed by the choice.
Four months later I find myself most Tuesday and some Friday morning’s, on an almost three hour road trip through Ohio’s heartland.
At 5:00 a.m., while children slumber and the rest of the world sips their Starbucks, I am alone on winding, country roads.
The years of early morning runs have prepared me for this meditation.
It’s nothing more than mental when one small town turns into another small town and the sun has yet to rise.
I dodge deer, map out the day ahead and daydream about beach vacations with my beautiful girls and their handsome papa.
Just about the time I’m ready for the morning commute to be over, I see the fog in the valley and make the final turn up the hill and I’m onto campus.
Waiting for me there will be meetings and memos.
The day will be long.
The learning curve steep.
And when dusk begins to settle over that little hilltop, I will hop back in the car and make the journey home.
I will be greeted by smiling girls and a sense of satisfaction knowing that for now this is where he is calling me to be.