Looking Forward

We have one more week of work.  One more week of being gainfully employed.  One more week of leaving my baby girl all snuggled up in her bed, early morning drowsy eyes rubbed awake, with a full tummy, and whispers of “I love you, I will see you soon,” still fresh on my lips.  

I am counting down the days with anticipation... and trepidation.  One more week until freedom.  One more week until the end of this chapter, and the beginning of the next.

It really is exciting.  Really.   I. Can’t. Wait. To. Go.    Costa Rica is calling loud and clear.  It is the letting go of this lifestyle that is both a relief and a dump truck load of insecurity.  My identity has been wrapped up in my job for almost five years.  It is one of the first things people ask when they get to know me... what I do for a living.  I am a chaplain... for one more week.   

And then?  I am still me, but hopefully I will get to explore the adventurous parts of me again.  The part that likes to take star-lit walks in the forest, and road trips to who-knows-where.  The part of me that once wanted to buy a motorcycle and dye my hair green.  The part that went to Europe with just a friend, a backpack, and a Eurorail pass burning a hole in my pocket. I am so excited to get to know that part of me again.