I dove into several books when I quit. I think out of security. To make me feel as if I were taking charge of my new found amorphous life. Books about happiness. Books about careers. Books about life. I got further into some than others. I usually stopped when I got to the difficult parts. Like when I had to think of goals or values or skills. Yikes.
The books are all over my apartment. The coffee table, my bedside table and on my desk. They sort of sit there -- all with pens in them where I left off -- taunting me. All projects left undone.
But today, I don't feel threatened by my books. I wasn't ready for them. I couldn't identify some things my books were asking. To some extent, this time off is in search of those answers. I am ready to pick the books back up and begin learning a bit about me. I am looking forward to what I find out. I am ready for some action. These are the first concrete steps in creating my future.
As an aside, Bridgette went to the groomer and got a haircut (this is pre-hiking). Say hello, Bridgette!
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