I’ve always had a difficult time staying. And, rarely has it been easy for me to leave.
In the last years I’ve spent working in nonprofit and the caring professional field, I’ve noticed again and again this propensity towards burnout. It doesn’t surprise me anymore, and still I’m not satisfied.
This is an expedition, not a map. And, I’m assuming we’ll get a little lost along the way. Really, it’s those side streets that tend to leave you seeing the world from a whole new perspective. I prefer the cobble stones, graffiti, and alley ways.
I want to find our way through a pursuit of understanding and hopeful movement, not an answer or quick fix, to the challenges and issues we face each morning as we decide to step again towards this hope for change.
We can only speak from where we’ve been. My mother named me Junia, but you can call me Nia. I grew up in suitcases as part of a military family, still struggling to find roots. I “stumbled” into nonprofit work and the counseling field, focusing on trauma, and keep finding my way back. I strongly believe in laughing and am most at home sipping coffee or sitting in front of a bonfire with a few good harmonies.