“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.”
For as long as I am able to recall, September has marked for me the true beginning of a new year. A fresh start. A time to begin something, perhaps even reinvent myself. Anything is possible: good, bad, and just about everything in between. It is the point from which a new path may be taken and old baggage may be left behind, or at least those parcels that no longer serve me.
“Sometimes hunger has to be fed with love.”
My guy said this to me once, not realizing the impact it would have on my thoughts. With me, this is a regular occurrence.
Hunger and the yearning for love; are they really all that different from each other? Or are they really just the same thing, but with different imagery attached to each?
I walked off the train one evening and this appeared before me in the sidewalk below.
A message from the universe? No doubt!
Such a tricky thing, at my age, starting over.
When so many others only a few years older are anticipating retirement, here I am, a middle aged single parent, contemplating a new career and, quite possibly, a new business.
Insanity seems a very real explanation. Mid-life reassessment? Most definitely. The process is, without a doubt, frightening, exciting, confusing, frustrating, and somewhat more challenging that they would have you believe.
In life, there are times when you realize that you are sitting on the “edge”. The trouble is, you often don’t fully appreciate the nature of the edge you’re sitting on…until you have the courage to look down.
You go along, living the minutia of day-to-day life, with “something” niggling away at the back of your mind. It tends to sneak up on you gradually, dangling just out of awareness. A sense that you’ve forgotten to do something important before you left home that day, like turn off the stove or lock the window.