I have a dear friend that keeps reminding me, through this season of unknown and murky waters and foggy futures that all we really need to do is the next right thing. It’s helpful, in those paralyzing moments of panic or anxiety, to think of doing whatever the next right thing is now, and trusting the rest.
So I have, and trusted, and put one foot in front of the other, and for some reason beyond all human comprehension, I’ve got ridiculously exciting news to share.
I got a job offer from Harvard. I’m moving to Boston in August.
And once again, I shake my head and wonder aloud, how is this my life.
I wasn’t even really looking yet; I had decided not to start looking until February. But a possibility was presented, and while everything in me was sure there was absolutely no way I will get this I did the next right thing, taking that big scary leap of putting myself out there when inside all I could think was what if they get my resume and just laugh? What if I’m really destined to work at Taco Bell for the rest of my life?
(if you are thinking that’s ridiculous, well, most fears rather irrational and ridiculous. But they’re still real. But that’s a different blog post for a different day)
And when they started calling my references I opened myself up to the possibility that this might actually be a thing and the more I looked into it and got my questions answered the more I realized that this is actually perfect for me. And then I got the call and the offer and they are holding the job for me until I am available even though they wanted someone sooner… And suddenly, long before I even started asking for blessings and favor it was poured out on me, more than I could ask or imagine.
Honestly? I feel a little bit guilty. It was so easy and painless and it’s seriously my dream job for this next season. I was expecting six grueling months of job hunting and interviews and resume revisions, and I get the first and only job I apply for. I’m not sure what that’s called. Blessing, I guess, though that term is overused and improperly applied in much of contemporary discourse.
But sometimes I just have to tell the analyst in me to shut it, and rejoice in the fact that it’s the next right thing, for the next season. I’ll be working as a research assistant in the Program in Global Surgery and Social Change at Harvard; I’ll be working for the Safe Surgery 2020 project, supporting a brilliant team of world changers seeking to keep pushing surgery in to the discussion and on the priority lists of nations across Africa and beyond. I’ll be based in Boston, a city I have only passed through but never really been to; I will get to travel to various countries in Africa supporting surgical initiatives from time to time. I’m so excited about the learning potential, I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and to be surrounded by some of the most brilliant people on the planet working in a field I am so passionate about is truly a dream come true.
So, I’ll be starting a new life in Boston in about six months’ time. I will take any help I can get – if you know people or know people who know people that you trust who might be able to help me out with things like finding a place to live or figuring out how public transit works or just being a friend as I move to a completely new city, please feel free to pass on my email which is the title of my blog at gmail dot com. Besides my work I’m also really looking forward to exploring the area, the history, learning the east coast culture. A new adventure, for sure.
And now? The next right thing for me is to go for a run on the dock. Cheers.
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P.s. I deeply love the work of Mercy Ships and do hope I will have the opportunity to work for/with them again some day! When it's the next right thing...