I left a job that paid me well but caused me so much stress that it was going to give me a stroke.
I’m back in a land of possibility but also total unsureness. This is a state I recognise well.
My close family member may have cancer and another may have another dibilitating disease. Do they worry about their path? Is there ever really such a thing as a path? That’s a ruse we place in ourselves to give ourselves meaning. It’s the now, the moment, the point.
We’re all closer each day to the ultimate journey. I’m ready for it and I’m not coming back. I’m done.