Work is busy. Busy is not necessarily a bad thing. I am at times the happiest when busy. Busy work at the moment is paperwork busy, long meetings busy. The kind of busy that gives me little joy. So I have begun to consider, what next?
I fear allowing the years to pass, just ticking over, getting things done, waiting for weekends. Before you know it, you get a plaque thanking you for 10 years of service, then 20 years of service, then a really big one for your retirement event. Now I am not saying that a long career in the one company, in the one spot, is a bad thing. I think it is a great thing, just not for me.
Some of the wonderful experiences I have had have occured because I have changed things, and by changing, I have risked. The risks have paid off, they have made my life fulfilling, given me experiences that have moulded my way of thinking, of feeling.
BUT, and it is a big but, all these risks were pre children, pre a mortgage. So now, are the risks greater? What is the responsible action to take? Is this for me or for the family?
I guess the stakes are higher, but perhaps that is a good thing. The higher the stakes the clearer you need to understand your reasons for any action you take. It is about dealing with conflicts- security for the future and actually living now; providing experiences for your children and giving them a sense of consistency; having work that supports a lifestyle and having a lifestyle that supports your life.
So we need to be clear about what we want, and then be brave enough to risk.
The first step is to think, what next?
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