I miss writing! It feels so good to share my life again, after a few months of being a tad distant from my social media and blog world. I have been working hard to make some huge changes in my life and it has taken quite a bit of energy, but allowed me to manifest the change I needed. Okay, so let’s take three steps back.
As you know, this past summer, my family and I visited the Kootenays, in the southeast corner of British Columbia where we used to live almost 15 years ago. I always knew I loved the area, but in my mind I always attributed it to a happy childhood growing up in a small town nestled in the mountains. Somewhere I could look to for fond memories but a place where people leave to move to the big city or ‘grow up.’ As we spent time driving through Fernie, spending a few nights in Kimberley, and winding our way through the Rockies, I felt like a piece of my heart was still there.
As fall set in, I started to feel like I was stuck. Since the day I arrived in Alberta, I told myself and anyone who would listen, that I always saw myself moving back to BC. Alberta has always felt temporary. Until this past fall, it always felt like I was here for a reason. I had an incredible post-secondary education and a wonderful grad school experience at the University of Alberta. I started my career with an internship with the provincial government, and I was learning and growing so much as a young adult. This past summer I was offered a higher position and the opportunity to leave my internship and become a full-time analyst with the same area of government. Then all of a sudden, I felt like I didn’t have a purpose here anymore and my path was supposed to be taking me elsewhere. I got stuck. I wasn’t in a job that seemed to match my life path, my ethics, my personality, and my creativity and drive. In November, I began to imagine the life I wanted to manifest.
If it sounds like I’m writing word for word what my good friend Jo says all the time, it’s because I was truly doing what she talks about. I literally created a Pinterest Board that was called “Dream Life” and it was filled with photos of mountains, forests, small log homes, hiking, patios, cozy bedrooms and kitchens. I wrote down the qualities I wanted in a job and where I imagined myself living. As I explored job options, questioning whether my career in public health had limited me to big cities and mountain-less provinces, I researched exact positions in organizations that I saw myself doing.
I focused on what I was grateful for as well. I spent a LOT of time wondering if I was simply experiencing season affectedness disorder, or was just tired of being cold, or was letting minor work frustration get to me. I wanted to ensure, for both myself and my valued family and friends, that I wasn’t complaining about my current life AT ALL, just experiencing feelings that told me I needed to grow and let change manifest its way into my life.
It was just after the new year when one of the jobs I had written down, exact organization and position, was posted. I almost peed. There were actually two positions posted in the organization, and I applied for both, confident I was qualified and could be offered the first one, a lower position on the team, and while confident in my ability, I knew I was dreaming really big for the second one. I was offered an interview for the first one. I turned it down. I knew that if I wanted the second job, the aim-high, dream-big, go-for-gold position, I needed to be bold and confident that I could get the job.
I interviewed for the second one. I was the only candidate that interviewed over the phone and did not interview in person, which I was told by the Director, “put me at a disadvantage.” I received an email from the Director, asking me if I could do a follow-up call to answer a few more questions. I did. Four days later, and approximately zero hours of sleep later, I was offered the job.
In early April, I am moving back to Kimberley, BC, having accepted the role of Aboriginal Practice Lead with the Interior Health Authority. I was afforded flexible location for this position, and chose to go back to the place I still consider ‘home,’ Kimberley. Next week my dad and I are traveling to Kimberley to find me a place to live, and I begin my new role in mid-April. The team I work with lives across the region, and my first week will be spent in Kamloops and Kelowna, after my new Director helped arrange my orientation week so I would conveniently be in Kelowna the day before my upcoming Nimble Bear 25K trail race.
My heart is full and my soul is excited. I will be leaving an amazing city, wonderful friends, and most significantly, my parents and brother, to move back to my home province, a home in the mountains and where I left my heart all those years ago when crossing the border into Alberta. I don’t think it’s going to be perfect, nothing is, and to be honest, it’s really scary… but it’s sure going to be an adventure!