I didn’t choose to leave my comfort zone. I was pulled there kicking and screaming by my life’s events. I was told I could have no children. So the day my son was born—the child Western medical professionals said would be impossible—was a miracle—and the beginning of me exploring the edge of everything in life. Discovering life for myself, not conforming to how others told me it was supposed to be.
Professionally, my ambitions were often put on the back burner, only to then have frequent quantum leaps that threw me on the edge of leading the way for women in fields considered “for men only.” Multiple international and domestic moves escorted me to the edge of new cultures, customs, languages, and people. What was once foreign quickly became familiar.
I was pulled to the toughest, most distant edge of my life when my husband, whose unknown early onset of Alzheimer’s caused him to walk away from our family, left me a single mom. At the same time I discovered my 15-year-old son was involved with drugs. The raw edges of divorce, illness, loss of work, addiction, and ultimately death of my loved ones took me far outside myself, only to lead me more deeply into my essence.
Was I willing to reach this part of myself in order to attain the life I knew was possible? Was I willing to step into the unknown, to go beyond the edge? Or had I had enough? I had to ask myself if I was really ready to change, to surrender the me I knew to the me God created me to become. And I was.