Did I think or read today? I must have. You know, the usual sparring with myself, trying to keep up my confidence and energy. Trying to figure out where I fit in the world ... or even where I want to fit? I don't know. Someone told me recently that I really needed to get focused on what I want to do. Yeah? Ya think?
Kathleen and I were talking about my family and during the course of the chat I said that no one, not one of my brothers, did what they wanted to do in their lives and/or careers. As I might have said here before, the oldest one has the best job (from which he is retiring in a few months), the next one has had a job for a decade or two but doesn't like it and never really has, and well, you know about Carl. And you know about me.
I realized that I was always more concerned about what to do, and excited and enthused about things, than I ever really thought about how to make a living.
I know that this is a unfinished post, asking questions and bringing up topics that are not explored. I hope to continue these strains of mental music I have danced to, but not tonight.
Car wheels on a wet road. Somebody is going somewhere.
|Sandals in the store windows already.|