The doors to leave Alexandria weren’t opening and I was like, “Look, God, if Atlanta isn’t where’s next, show me the right place. Clearly. Thank you.”
Thinking about that now, I think about that joke of the guy who kept praying—feeling exasperated—to win the lottery, until God finally said, “Buy a ticket, already!”
Only God stopped my whining with, “Practice what you preach, chicky!”
Job 22:28 is one of my favorite Bible verses, as two friends of mine can attest because I quote it to them so much. It says,
“You will decide on a matter, and it will be established for you, and light will shine on your ways.”
In other words, my not making a decision to move was my biggest hurdle to moving. I’d been waiting for the stars to align before deciding to step forward when I knew, from experience, that the stars align when I step forward.
Depending on the Bible, Job 22:28 starts with, “Thou shalt decree a thing….”
FINALLY, I got wise and decided and decreed—BEFORE having a job nailed down—that I’d be moving to Atlanta by January 31st, 2026, trusting that the stars would align to make that plan happen, or something MUCH better.
Wanting to “catch up” after years of not getting paid much as a caregiver or paid at all, I decided that I wanted a job making at least $90K.
Fast forward to last month. I met with a friend to refine a “name your dream job” pitch to a health insurance company called Oscar. The more she talked, the more depressed and embarrassed I felt. I got off Zoom feeling lousy.
But within minutes, I had a breakthrough: I didn’t want a full-time $90K+ job that would eat up my time and strategic thinking. I wanted to use 2026 to recover from caregiving, focus on my relationship, make some village products and finish my second book.
Once clear about what my heart—not head—wanted, I forgot about “catching up” and decided that a part-time job was good for me for now.
That made 100% sense, my friend said: my first crack at something isn’t usually SO OFF the mark like my pitch was. Later, I remembered something:
Back in 2014-ish, I decreed that I wouldn’t work for an employer more than myself. Failing to find a full-time job simply established that for me.
Once decided on the matters of moving and a part-time job, light shined on my ways: A friend from Atlanta offered me and my man her house for two weeks while she’ll be traveling. And the timing couldn’t be more perfect:
The very time we’ll be settling into an apartment, which means that we can take our time getting unpacked and not need to live in the mess.
The beauty about making firm decisions is that even in making “wrong” ones, life somehow gets us back on track. Once I decided on a part-time job, I saw that looking into Oscar had still been a great use of my time:
It solidified my desire to become an Oscar member, and clarified that I didn’t want to work FOR them but WITH them through Vertical Village Alliance.
Is there a decision (and subsequent clarity) waiting on you?
Peace out ✌🏾
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