I am stepping out of my familiar shell and feeling a bit uncertain of myself. Two more weeks and I will complete the steps for casting myself off from work, without sure directions for where I am heading. I don’t know who might be interested in my journey, but I plan to leave a few markers along the way that may be interesting to other wanderers.
I have often viewed my life as a spiral path: it never seems to be a straight line or a tight circle. I find myself looping back toward familiar landmarks, sometimes close enough to touch their remembered surfaces, but always far enough that I know I have traveled somewhere, learned something. The spirals aren’t just upwards or downwards: they lead wherever the mystical wind chooses to blow. Sometime I follow reluctantly, other times I dance, but always I walk best when my feet can feel the texture of the ground underneath me. Even when it hurts.
Once I dust myself off from my last day of regular employment, and when I get my thoughts somewhat together and my emotions a little more in tune, look here for such topics as: “My Perimenopausal Journey Through Human Services,” and “Why Don’t I Know What I Want to Do With My Life Now That People Say I’m Grown Up?” Please leave comments–they are like markers on the path, showing that others have been this way, too.