The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change

The winds of change are blowing. They are urging me forward and twisting me sideways.  My life is pivoting.  Not the great and sudden monumental shift, but a slow tectonic meandering.  As my meaning and purpose evolve, my days are beginning to look different.  This great migration of identity was certainly spurred on by my financial awakening, but it was not because of it.  Personal finance gave me the power to take command of a career that was no longer fulfilling my inner needs.  A career that was providing me cash flow, but not nourishing me.

Financial independence is giving me the freedom to loosen the bonds that bind me to servitude.  In exchange, I can choose service.  Service to my family and friends.  Service to our community.  And, of course, service to my  own needs and dreams.

It All Started With a Little Blog Post

My first blog post on DiverseFI was the first gust of the winds of change.  Most every major upheaval in my life has been preceded by an intense period of writing.  I have said before that writing is my life hack.  But it is so much more.  While doctoring is the thing that I’m best at, writing is what brings color to my life.  It spurs me to create and communicate.  To connect.

Through months of blog posts, I have clarified not only my purpose but also the role finances play in bringing that purpose to reality.  It is on the pages of this computer screen that I have honed and clarified my thoughts.  Where I tripped over the money mind meld and realized that financial independence is truly Plan B.  It is here that I mourn my eventual withdrawal from clinical medicine.

These thoughts.  Turned into words.  Made into actions.

Life Looks Different

My days look different now.  The winds of change have even affected my schedule.  In less than a month I have traveled to Minnesota, Little Rock, Atlanta, and Orlando in the next week.  This is more travel (for business) than I have ever done in my life.  As I run through airports, check into hotels, and wake up in new cities, I continually ask myself.

Is this me?

It is me.  An engaged me with a new sense of excitement and adventure.  A me who no longer dreads, but actually looks forward to Monday morning.

The fear is coming back.  The good fear.  That little anxiousness that comes along when you think that you just might be on the verge of something great.

Aspirations

My aspirations are also shifting with the winds of change.  I am trying to learn how to be less concerned about how much money I make.  I am working towards financial peace, not necessarily abundance.  The abundance is already there.

I am aspiring to new projects.  New possibilities.  I continue to write everyday but maybe a podcast?  Maybe another book?

I still enjoy getting up at the front of a room and telling my stories.  Maybe there are more stories to tell.  More speaking engagements and keynotes.

Final Thoughts

This blog is a written, day by day testimony of the growth I strive towards.  What sometimes sounds like inner turmoil is the cogs shifting in my brain.  It is both mourning the past, and leaping head over heels  towards the future.

It is my daily lab full of experiments.

My maker space.

The place I hold myself accountable.

The winds of change have come and are challenging my center of gravity.  I may stand still or be knocked over.    There really is no way to tell.

But, as always, I am thankful that you have taken the ride with me.

That you continue to bear witness.