It’s been nearly a month since I’ve dropped a post here, I realize, but with the world swirling in chaos and my life sometimes feeling like a lot of the same, I now find myself needing to write yet another explanation post.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my professional life these days.
I’m locked up in golden handcuffs, as they say, doing a job that pays entirely too well, can be occasionally cushy, and gives me a lot of flexibility in life. On the other hand, I have no passion for the work, I’m a cog in a bureaucracy and rarely seem to have any effect on anything, and my work life is a never-ending series of video meetings on what amounts to the same general topic day, after day, after day… after day.
It’s boring and frustrating and unremarkable all at once.
I’ve been reading about midlife career change.
I’ve been talking to people who have pulled the plug on something in their forties and reinvented themselves.
I’ve been pondering budgets and possibilities and realities of economy and family and obligation and how it all fits together into a giant jigsaw that is my career choices.
This morning I took the first tenuous step towards a massive change.
Not a plunge. Not a flying leap. Not an irreversible veer.
And it may amount to nothing. Or it may turn out to be everything.
Only time will tell.
But if and when something comes out of that first step, and it’s time to take a second… third… and on and on, then I’ll likely have a lot more stuff to say, and be able to be much less cryptic about it.