I walked off the train one evening and this appeared before me in the sidewalk below.
A message from the universe? No doubt!
“Where are you from?” It’s usually the first question I ask when I meet someone new. I was once told that in some cultures it is rude to ask this; it hasn’t stopped me yet. But it’s not enough for me to merely know the “where” of a person, and so what usually follows, time permitting, is by far my favorite question to ask: “How did you get here?” In my experience, it is the best way to get to know a person.
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.