Here I sit on a Saturday afternoon, whiling away the hours on a beautiful day. In the next few days, I’ll be heading back to the city with the intention of finding my next career opportunity.
I have no real sense of my direction right now – inklings and ideas – but that’s really it. It’s not that I’m waiting for some lightning strike or bold tap from the universe. I feel some unease, some fear and also some hope that things always happen for a reason, and that they will turn out. And, better than I can now imagine.
I do wish that I had a better sense of where I’m going next. However, the hope is what carries me each and every day.