I’ve been on the move this morning – phone call. Coffee date. To-do list.
I’ve been on the move for the last 10 weeks – four time zones. Working in California. Hiking trips in Tennessee and Montana. Now back in Chicago.
I’ve been on the move for the past 17 months – moved countries. Tried to get back. Temporary coaching job. Traveling for the summer. Still don’t know what comes next.
But I landed in Chicago on Wednesday evening contemplating a schedule-less two weeks (give or take) ahead of me. A pause, if you will.
Interesting how abrupt changes in rhythm can unfold a space for a bit of reflection. Or at least jar the status quo enough to cause oneself to look up for a moment.
Not that it’s afforded me any revelations yet. Here’s hoping.