I went to the blog this morning and saw ‘Reflections on a Sunday Night’ and thought immediately that I’d screwed up. I thought, “It’s Tuesday. I missed Monday entirely.” Turns out it is Monday today. That is proof of how disconnected I am from the normal world when I am not working a steady 9-5 job. I’ll be back in that world a few weeks from now and feeling the weight of it in my soul to be sure. In spite of having a rather incredible schedule, I do have this lingering sense of discomfort when it comes to being at work. That has everything to do with being at the end rather than the beginning of an experience. My kids are getting older. My world is shifting. I’m ready to move on and out of the desert. To where? That certainly remains to be seen.
It all boils down to affordability and work possibility. We’ve looked across the Pacific Northwest for opportunities, and as I upgrade my degree I am seeking additional opportunities online. I want to be able to spend my next 50 years in happiness. Heck, I want a next 50 years. I think I get 20-30 good ones unless medicine makes some incredible leaps, and I don’t want those good ones to be wasted here chasing down other people’s dreams. The Lady Talis and I are ready to live our own dreams and lives in a space that comes to life around us.
But where?