The Beginning

There is something about the sun rising that gives me hope. It’s a promise of  a new day, new beginnings. Often times a new beginning follows closely behind dark times. Those times when you feel overwhelmed, hopeless, and helpless, but as long as we are alive and breathing we can recreate ourselves. I have found that in those times I need my faith to steer me through the turbulent waters.

If you are not happy in what you are doing, where you are going, or just where you are at, that is when it is time for change. I came back to the job, I have out of necessity, but I have been searching for a long time for “my fit” and I feel it deep down inside that this is it, so no matter how long it takes I will pursue this, and I hope that my readers will help guide me to be the best writer that I can be, and that you find my blogs of value.

In August of 2016 I took a chance and accepted a job with the State, which had me packing our bags in two weeks and moving over 100 miles away from our children. It was scary, because my husband and I were going through a rough time, and I didn’t know if he even wanted to come. For the majority of our marriage, we moved due to my husband’s job, 22 years in the Air Force and I would not change that experience for anything.  This would be the first time my career was the reason for a move. It has been one of the best decisions we have made together in a very long time.

The job with the State got me here, and for that I am grateful, but I have never been content working for someone else, sadly I am sure most of us feel that way. I see things that aren’t working and I want to fix them, but too often bureaucracy bogs things down. When I came across “It’s a Lovely Life” and the idea of blogging as a way to express myself and share my thoughts, ideas and experiences with others, while also providing for my family I knew that was what I have been looking for.

I am so excited to be starting this new journey with you. My life’s journey started in rural Nebraska, it has taken me as far away as Germany (twice), to Alaska and most recently to Iowa. I sometimes wonder if my wanderlust for moving comes from my husband’s military career that kept us moving almost every two years!

I would love to hear about some of your passions, experiences and new beginnings!