the shedding of old skin...

I sit with a view from every window of great oaks bending toward earth and sky, the bright green moss dangling from thick, sturdy branches. Vacation...finally. I dreamed of spending time writing, yet all I wish to do is move my body and curl up with a book. Sometimes my thoughts are ethereal, ideas coming to me in bursts of color, then slipping away, dissipating before I can pull them back. I am trying to listen to what I truly need and not what I should be doing.

Tomorrow we go on a six hour hike up mountain peaks and ending at the ocean in Big Sur. It will challenge me in ways I haven't been challenged before. It is a good time to test myself.

My work life is in transition - leaving one job and another path not yet discovered or defined. I feel sure it is out there. I can sense it just out of reach...will-o'-the-wisp moving toward me in the dark. I am looking forward to going into an office and not telecommuting, where the line between work and home gets so muddled. I miss being with co-workers and the camaraderie of common goals and shared achievements. I am a social creature despite my penchant for silent, uninterrupted space when I write.

There are new tests ahead. It is a time for growth and change - the shedding of old skin... and the renewal and discovery of another aspect of myself. I am ready...

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