Finding the Answer

Sometimes when I sit down to write, I have a clear view of what I'd like to say. Other times, I haven't a thought rolling around in this head of mine. But then, when my fingers hit the keyboard, it'll flow through me like it was subconciously scripted and waiting for release. And really, I guess that's a lot like life. Sometimes we know the answer, other times we have the answer but just aren't aware of it.

It's amazing how little has changed with the passing of time. I've been in Chicago for over a year and half now, and I get asked the same questions. Am I happy. Did I make the right move. Do I miss California. And really - I knew those answers even when I was struggling with the fear of realizing them. Chicago is a great city. It suits me. And I love that at a moment's notice I can get in my car and get home if something happens, or I want to laugh with my best friend or just hug my parents.

It's not always easy to make decisions. Especially big, life-changing, move-across-the-country ones. There's always the worry that if we commit to the wrong choice, with these whale-sized decisions, that it's going to be a lot harder to make it right. But I find, and found, that usually no matter how many knee-quivering nerves we've got bumbling around, we always know what we want and what it'll take to get there. We always know the answer, even when we don't. 

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