From Gotham City to Gravel Roads

Let me be honest—I didn’t just wake up one day, sell everything, and ride off into the sunset in an RV like some Pinterest-perfect wanderer. Nope. This was a slow burn. A whisper that turned into a roar.

I used to enjoy teaching. I really did. But over time, it got too political. The system changed—it started feeling less like a place to inspire and more like Gotham City: dark, heavy, and draining the life out of me. Between the constant changes, endless PPTs, and pressure to do more with less, I was worn down. I was miserable. My health was suffering, and the light I once had for this work? It was fading fast.

For years I prayed: “God, there has to be another way.” I wasn’t asking for an escape—I was asking for purpose. For peace. For space to breathe again.

But the answer didn’t come overnight. It didn’t happen on my timeline.

It came in Kairos time—God’s time. Not the time you mark on a calendar, but the divine moment when everything aligns. When God says, “Now.” Not when I was striving, but when I was surrendered. That’s when the door opened—and let me tell you, it didn’t look like what I expected.

It looked like wheels. Dirt roads. Open skies. Freedom.

Now listen, I’ve always loved the outdoors. I grew up tent camping, swatting mosquitoes and waking up with campfire smoke in my hair. Nature has always been my peace. But RV life? That was another level. Towing, leveling, dump stations—what even?! I was clueless. But I was done settling, and I trusted that if God brought me to it, He’d walk (or drive) with me through it.

So I jumped.

I left behind the staff meetings, the PPTs, the pressure—and I hit the road with shaking hands and a whole lot of faith. I didn’t have a five-year plan. Honestly, I barely had a five-minute one. But I knew I was following the One who did have the plan.

Was it scary? Heck yes.

Did I mess up? More than once.

Did I almost drive off while still plugged in? Let’s just say… I learned the hard way.

But that first morning I woke up in the woods, coffee in hand, birds singing, no bell ringing—I knew. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Now, I live a nomadic life. I coach, I listen, I help others break free from the stuck places I once lived in. I’m still a teacher at heart—just without the classroom and the countdown to summer break.

And if you’re reading this thinking, “Maybe it’s my time too…” — I want you to know: it might not be your chronos time (your schedule), but it could just be your Kairos time—God’s perfect timing.

And when you move in that kind of time?

It changes everything.