The real world is coming to meet me soon

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.