Oct. 25, 2002
When I talk of my break from writing, the first thing people ask is, “for how long?” Right now, I don’t have an answer and I’m OK with that.
I’m at the same point now as I was just before I quit my corporate job when I knew I had come to the end of something and needed to start on an entirely new path. Just like back then, I don’t know what I’m moving towards, I just know it’s different.
There’s opportunity out there for me, I just have to figure out what I want and I’ll get it. I don’t say that to be cocky but I’ve learned that by naming a desire and working for it, you achieve it. For me the hard part is naming it.
I want more than just to write, that’s all I know for sure. I know that right now I need to focus less on writing, less on sharing and more time just being with myself and discovering who I am and where I’m going.
Rather than walking blindly, I’ve decided to wait and listen for signs of when (and how) to move. That seems ridiculously since I constantly tell people that action is the only thing that gets things moving but since I’m not sure what action to take, I’ll simply wait until I do.
In the meantime, I take each day as it comes. I’m not sleeping through it or waiting for a light to hit me and tell me what to do. But I’m just taking a break from trying so hard, especially on the roads I’ve already taken.
This journey has been amazing so far, but I know there’s another one out there, ready. I’ll put my foot down as soon as I know. I have a feeling it’s not too far away.