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Light My Fire

When I was unemployed I would have days of inertia. I believed that nothing was going to change. I was stuck in my version of Groundhog Day. My mind played a continuous loop of, I can't make anything work. 

Usually after hiding in this black hole for a couple of days, I would emerge, blinking at the light, ready to make things happen.

I would be filled with new purpose, renewed energy, and the unshakeable belief that I could control my destiny.

I'm tired of the chaos that surrounds my current gig, and I am ready to move on. I'm very grateful to be working, but I am beginning to realize that a paycheck is not enough to keep me content. I am vacillating between the inertia that previously dragged me down,  and the high energy of taking control of my life.

I believe in signs. Today I read a great quote that gave me a boost of creative energy: " the only way out of a hole, is to climb out."

I think that needs to be my mantra for the duration of this particular time of change. A fire has been lit, deep in my gut, and I am now consumed with the conviction that it's time for a change.

Onward!

*quote by Cheryl Strayed

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blinking at the light...

Well,  now that you have planted the seed all you have to do it feed it, water it a little bit and believe. m

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Annette,  Have you seen the

Annette, 

Have you seen the Goethe passage I left in my return comment to yours on my recent piece? It seems appropriate to give it you now.

Katia

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This reminds me of something

This reminds me of something my father-in-law told me he would tell his kids when they were young and in a conundrum: "When in doubt, move forward." I love the way it is clear, concise. Nothing wishy-washy about it. And, above all, it has energy - which is something that is often lacking when one is in a conundrum. Good luck moving forward!

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Annette, I believe in signs

Annette, I believe in signs too. Half the time I’m not sure if I’m paying enough attention to see the signs. It’s always interesting to read about your experiences, as I can relate—in a different way, of course—but there’s this itch that keeps scratching. Sometimes I feel like an old pickup truck that moves forward a few inches then stalls and I keep moving along like that.

Spark! Follow that fire, Annette…

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Thanks everyone, The signs

Thanks everyone,

The signs keep coming. Friday's son was a huge slab leak. I think it means it is finally time to move on.

Thanks for stopping by,

Annette