I sit here, in the ether, too late to be writing but it is too early to go to bed.
Around and around in an infinite loop goes my mind.
I do not know what this year will bring, all I know is that it has to be better.
Leaving my job, leaving our friends and family behind to travel the world.
Is this an escape from my BDD?
Does it really matter what I am running from?
I am 36 and I feel the world like a breeze in my hair, here for one glorious moment and gone the next.
I could rationalize that any activity I do today is no better or worse than any other in the long scheme of things, and this is true.
But some activities require courage, they demand breaking apart from the norm.
All of which may not even matter, but then if that is the case nothing matters, and if that is the case stop reading and move on.
When Creativity Stalls
I can’t stop creating, it is a revolving door, and once one creation has hit the wall it is time for me to move on.
My creation at my current job has run its course. There is nowhere else for it to go.
My patients are a beautiful picture in my canvas. Their lives will move on with or without me, they will find a path to better health, and I will also. It may be away from healthcare for now. Away from it all.
I need to heal, and my family has agreed to go along for the ride.
We all need to heal. And grow and prosper and move on.
What a glorious adventure indeed!
