I am sitting on a bench between salal bushes getting sun spots in my eyes from a Northwest sunset. The sun will set in less than 20 minutes over the Straits of Juan de Fuca, behind Protection Island from the wooded bluff that my parents call home. As of today, we (J, K, O, and I) have been here for one week.
I keep trying to work, squeezing fragments of time in between conversations, walks, meals, outings, playtime, and nap time. I am agonizing about a work decision that must be made--the clock is ticking. I feel as if I am making a decision for many people now, not just myself, and the thought of unknown repercussions is paralyzing. The Northwest is also not usually where I come to find clarity of mind, given how many of the years I lived here I spent wrapped in fog.
I would hate to leave the northwest after what it has done for me these past 23 years. May the fog lift and your choice become clear.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Glenn! I was able to make a decision. Time will tell if I feel it was the right one--I chose to move on to a new position with lots of uncertainties. The Northwest always pulls at my heart strings in all sorts of ways, but clarity it does not bring for me, actual fog or no. I once had an astrologer who specializes in astrolocality (!) confirm that it was a place of struggle for me, which relieved me of some responsibility!
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