The Times They Are A-Changin'

Change is in the air. I’m in transition. I can feel it. Maybe it’s the change from DST to EST. Maybe it’s the change from October to November, even though in the sunny south the seasons have yet to change. Maybe it’s because my book was just rejected after two agents at the same agency considered it seriously for months. Or maybe it’s simply because there’s no SNF – Sunday Night Football. Regardless, my life is in transition and that’s never a comfortable place for me to be.

Yes, living is all about change and if you don’t adapt you die. I know all that. I even embrace change. I call it growth. It’s just that I find the uncertainty of it all daunting. I AM the master of my domain, the captain of my ship and the sheriff in my hometown. That’s pretty well established. The issue is that I HAVE to take a next step…but which step should it be? To the left or the right? Forward or backward? Because I know that whatever move I make will affect my future. And the million-dollar question is which future do I want? This is critical because I have to make a move. And it’s not just about me. That’d be easy. I have to consider the other humans, one of whom is still so delicate. Selfishly I know what I want to do. Go for it 100 percent. That’s my nature.

And I also know that which I want, I will get. I always do. It’s not boastful. It’s simply because I will not quit until I do. And that is where my problem lies with transition.