There may be big changes on the horizon for me . . . on two fronts, but I don’t know when I’ll know about either one of them. Both require a certain amount of tenacity on my part, and one requires some major work before I even know what might happen.
My already too-full list of things to do has now grown, by one rather big assignment, in an exponential way. The kicker is, even if I spend all the time required on it, it may amount to nothing. C’est la vie, n'est pas?
In the meantime, I am in a holding pattern . . . the end of which is not even in sight. A challenge, a lesson in patience.
Someone asked me yesterday . . . in fact, two people asked me yesterday, what I would do if I could do anything. The truth is, I would write full-time. But few have that luxury, and I have years of dues to pay before that might become a reality. That isn’t to say I don’t love the other things I do. If I didn’t love them, I wouldn’t do them. It’s also not to say that if I got my wish, it would be the way I think it would be. The grass is rarely greener, no matter what career path you take.
Put one foot in front of the other, and no matter what . . . don’t quit.
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