When I wrote 35 for 35: Things I have learned in my 35 years last August, I was just beginning a new chapter in my life. Gone was the insecurity of my twenties (thank goodness), and I was coming out of an obsessive workaholic first half of my thirties that left me exhausted, it was time to take a breath and start a new chapter.
I feared that I would one day look back on my life and see the trappings of modern success and regret that I hadn’t embraced more adventure and lived with more meaning. Could life really be best spent worried about the latest Social Media tool, playground politics and what’s coming on TV? I was running through the days, going through the motions, and that busyness was beginning to lead to an overwhelmingly depressing feeling of emptiness. It was time to wean myself from my steady diet of distractions.
Change is always just a little painful. I was determined to give the idea living differently a shot. I needed to clear my head and breathe deeply. I revisited my lifelist and realized I was on a journey…
Less Twitter, more books with pages. Less TV, more gardening. Less senseless drama, more meaningful conversations. Less need to impress, more whimsy and adventure.
At the same time, I was building my next start up- Picha Global. I began reading stories of need. Stories of individuals who lack food, clean water and access to living saving medication. I thought I knew what struggling was, but my mind could not comprehend what conditions millions suffer with daily.
The heart wrenching fact is that the only difference between orphans around the world and my children is only where they were born. The injustice of it all wrecked me. Again, I was on a journey…
The thing about journeys is they are never quite done, until *poof* they are, and then you look back and see the turning points and say, “Aha! That was a great part of the journey. It all makes sense now.” To grow, you have to be open and change things, right? Change surroundings, circumstances, perspectives and so forth.
As luck would have it, I made room in my life and change landed in my lap.
In the middle of my really-early-onset-mid-life-crisis I was invited to travel to Ethiopia to see first hand the work that Food for the Hungry is doing for the poor and most vulnerable. Food for the Hungry does work in many continents from disaster relief to micro-enterprise. If I went to Ethiopia I would be spending time learning exactly how this Nonprofit group works with individuals in Ethiopia and how small (Small in terms of our Western budgets) donations completely transform lives across the world.
My cynicism about the emptiness of modern western life and my wrecked heart for orphans were, at once, answered by the invitation to go.
I said yes to the new journey
I said yes to telling the stories I see, to helping orphans and the most vulnerable children in Ethiopia be sponsored. It’s such a small amount of money that is needed to provide food, healthcare, education and more… a breathtakingly small amount.
I’m on a journey.
A journey to find more purpose.
A journey to share the overflowing grace I’ve been shown.
A journey to make the world just a little better.
I hope you will join me on this journey. I’ll share my thoughts, pictures and experiences here with you from the other side of the world in less than two months. I’m excited, I’m nervous, I’m honored and I’m excited to embark on a project with real, and lasting, significance.