Before I drifted off, last night, into a sleep full of many very strange dreams, I had what may have been an epiphany. Ok, maybe not an epiphany, but a very significant thought, anyway.
I miss horses. And dirt. And hay. And kids. And pulling weeds. And going for walks. And wind in the grass.
And I want them, more than I want England. More than I want an important job in an important museum. I'm not sure I can have both.
So I need to do some serious thinking about what I want to do, where I want to go, my personal goals in life. Maybe it's not as tricky as I've always thought it would be. Actually, thinking about it, there is an overwhelming sense of peace that has come with this realization. Maybe I've found the right track.
1 comment:
If it's horses and dirt and hay and pulling weeds that you want, have I got a deal for yoU!
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