Vacations are like a great massage. Awesome in the moment, undoubtedly restorative, and always over too soon. Their effects are also short lived. Generally, all those wonderful effects of both the massage and the vacation start to fade just as soon as they are over. Day one back here at work, and it is startling how quickly I just picked up right where I left off.
I feel certain I am ready to move on to the next chapter of my “professional” life. The problem is I am not really sure where that is, or what that looks like. I am all for planning, but that can be hard to do when you can’t even accurately pin down what your viable options are. There’s a part of me that wonders if I shouldn’t just step out on faith, give my notice and see what path God lays before me. In all honesty, I don’t have that strength of faith in me, not yet at least. Feel free to judge me on that if you want, but like I said in post #1, it’s the transparent honest truth.
For now, I am just trying to find contentedness in the fact that I have a job that allows me to live in a lifestyle that 80% of world would probably consider to richness. I just got to spend a long weekend away with my family in hotel/recreation park where I got to see my kids laugh, demonstrate some serious bravery (both tackled “rides” I thought would be too much for them), and also there creativity. It’s not like I have it bad, per se. I just know that when work is bad, it is like poisoning your well. No matter how awesome my family or life is, if the place you spend 40+ hours leaves you frustrated and empty that can so easily spill over in to the rest of your life. I just continure to pray that I find some direction before that happens, or if it already has started to happen, before it get’s too far.