It's sort of funny, those forks in the road that you can focus on so vividly. Some bad, some good. Some choices, some not by choice. Starting a new job next week after struggling for what has sometimes felt like an eternity. Just like that, everything is different. Of course I am nervous; have I bitten off more than I can chew? I don't think so...but a few more days of self-imposed-unemployment, and I'm back in the ring again.
During the quiet moments, my mind wanders. Focusing on my breathing at the beginning of yoga class is proving to be a little bit tricky. Thoughts are taking over. Nerves, memories, signs. Just thinking about the choices I've made and the changes that have followed them.
In ikebana, we would often discuss the transformative power of seasonal changes. I'm watching the flowers bloom and the trees bud, and I have to say, things just seem to feel right. Here comes the sun!