The moment I decided to leave my promising career had some scratching their heads. Not only did I have a guaranteed paycheck weekly, but I had attained my dream job. It wasn't easy either. A decade before that, I was homeless.
Some would gasp at the fact I was homeless. I was a version of happy though. Not joyful yet, but happy. You see, I chose that over living with my abusive father. I was somehow safer on the streets then what most people would call "home." I worked hard to pull myself off the streets of Branson, Missouri. After a full summer of working two retail jobs full time, I quickly noted I wanted a different future. I certainly proved that I was not scared to work. However, I wanted to live too. I decided I would do whatever it took to get through college. I started my first career position a week before I graduated with my Bachelor's degree in 2008. With the help of my employer, I completed my Master's degree two years later.
I worked my way up for local manufacturing companies and enjoyed the work and the people, but sometimes my mind wandered.
Before I explain where my mind wandered you must understand something. You see, you read the perfect version of how I crawled out of a dark hole. However, you didn't see the blood, sweat and tears. You don't know how many times I wanted to quit. Actually, you weren't there when I did quit. You don't know about the failed adoption. Did I mention the last thing I wanted to be was Christian? I mean, I already had one dad to assault and belittle me. I didn't want to sign up for another daddy. You don't know about the worse day of dealing with depression ... nor my best. Oh, the hospital visits for pancreatitis weren't a walk in the park either while trying to keep up with school and work full time. You don't know the pain endured and when I wanted to give up on life altogether. You do know that I survived though...
So where did my mind wander?
It wandered to a place where I could be honest about the hurts. So much of the world ignores the core of issues. I think that is why suicide and depression are so prevalent in the United States. I wanted to do something to inspire others. I wanted to be real instead of "professional."
It is my hope that anyone in their darkest place can find hope through my shop and be inspired to step forward to finding the purest form of joy on earth. I hope you laugh. In fact, I hope you laugh so hard you cry...and may the Spirit lead you where your trust is without borders.