As I passed out the cookies to the children I asked myself, how did I get here? The short answer was that I had asked if passing out fruit would be better, and was told: “kids like cookies – if you really want to thank the Ugandans for their hospitality, you need to give cookies.” So what as the long story? I had been fired, and obviously travel was the only thing that made sense.
“It would be years later when I realized I wasn’t just going to survive, I was going to thrive. Just as the break up was an acute breaking of heart and spirit, this realization was an acute moment of clarity and empowerment. It was the moment I saw the words: “I’m sorry” pop up on Facebook and my heart didn’t flutter, my heart didn’t even care. Why? Not JUST because I had grown, moved on, changed my dream, served other people, hugged animals, leaned into God, survived that mess but also because I had just got back from Everest.”