Ten Years Later: A Journal, a Journey, and a Grateful Heart
Today I found a journal after my grandson had discovered a basket of pictures and books and decided to take a deep dive into our family history. Tucked away in these images was the journal, one I hadn’t opened in years. Its cover brought an instant flood of memories. Ten years ago, my staff gave it to me as a going-away gift when I left my corporate human resources career—a career that had spanned over three decades, with the last twelve years spent at one company I truly loved. It wasn’t just a notebook. It was a journal of prayers, sermons, conferences with fantastic notes and quotes, all from wise speakers, and it was full of inspiration. When I left corporate life, it wasn’t because I didn’t love the people or the work. It was because I felt an undeniable pull to live with more intention—to create a life of purpose that was less about job titles and more about meaning. I wanted to step into my art, to do some consulting, and to start something that would make a difference in m...
