Writing the next chapter

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I landed in San Francisco a few weeks ago.

How did I get from beginning to start over to quitting my job, selling or packing everything I own, and moving to another city? I just decided to stop giving 100% to what I didn't really want. Thank you, Danielle LaPorte.

For months I felt there was something important missing from my daily life. I loved my work and felt strongly that I was contributing positively to my community. I was making an important difference and yet it wasn't enough. In part, it wasn't enough financially. The work load was out of balance with the reward. More importantly, I could not continue to help build on another person's dream.

My view of life changed drastically when my father died. I suddenly realized how finite life really is. And, more than that, how finite good health is. That message was strongly reinforced earlier this year when an acquaintance of mine fell ill and died. Jacob was my age (mid thirties) and healthy. He developed pneumonia and died. So, I decided I better start moving away from making things happen for others and begin figuring out how to make my own dreams come true.

No doubt there were many influences, moments, choices and feelings that brought me to be sitting in the San Francisco Public Library writing a new blog post. I will try to unpack all of that and capture my journey moving forward here.

I am now writing the next chapter–literally and figuratively. Thanks for joining me.