Fifteen months ago was a really hard time in our life.
After a successful project completion I left my job for another endeavor, one that we thought would be better for our family. Dot.
Though that didn’t end up being the case and I lived with an incredible amount of regret. That regret stung my heart deeply, punching me in the gut with anxiety and burned my eyes from tears. But I didn’t give up. Another door opened. Dot.
The door gave a new opportunity, but it still wasn’t what I thought I needed to be doing. Living unfilled can feel horrendous. During those twelve long months we continued to explore many different opportunities only to watch those doors close on us. Dot.
Some doors weren’t meant to be.
Others we had the foresight to shut on our own. Dot.
And without warning we found out we were expecting another baby. Dot.
A third child changed everything, completely shifting the way things were budgeted as far as money and time. We already spent a fortune on childcare and our kids were always the first to be dropped off and the last to be picked up. Adding it up, they were home awake for less than 20 hours each week. And the time we were at home on weekends was being spent scrambling to make up for all the things we didn’t have time for during the week, like cleaning the house. We were exhausting ourselves just trying to stay on top of the laundry and dishes each night.
After time and (MUCH) prayer, it became evident that our hearts AND the dots were leading me to be at home.
This time is a gift. Time to be with my children, pursue my graduate degree, and time to rest. Dot.
I repeat the Steve Job’s quote, “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; You can only connect them looking forward. So you have to trust that the dots connect in the future.”
I couldn’t see the dots fifteen months ago. I couldn’t see the dots when each door slammed shut and I was deep in the despair disappointment. But the dots did connect, and I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Trust the process. Trust the dots.