Today, I went for a walk in the woods near my house. I was inspired by this guy I’ve been seeing the last few weeks, as he takes a daily walk, and is committed to self-improvement. I grabbed my camera, my newly found iPod and my water, and I was off.
I once wrote about a moment when I felt the peace of God for a writing class (posted it here). I had another one of those moments as I stood over a little log bridge. The sun was peeping through the trees as a light breeze kicked up and leaves freed themselves from their branches to float to a resting spot on the ground. I felt calm and secure. But still uncertain about my life.
As I walked up and back down a big hill, I noticed something. My eyes rarely left the path. I never look too far ahead, for fear that I’ll trip on something right in front of me and fall. I do the same with my life. I only look ahead in small doses – where will I be this time next month? In the next six months? Next year is pushing it, but it crosses my mind. But if I try to plan out too far ahead, inevitably I will get tripped up by something, and the plan changes. So, I keep my head down and my eye on the path before me.
For the past three years, the plan has been a career in student affairs, reslife. But now, seeing posts that friends and acquaintances who are still RAs or starting their professional careers in grad school, I can see just how much better suited they are for it. That just because I love reslife doesn’t mean that it loves me, or that it is what I am meant to do. And if not ResLife, what? I have no clue. So, I am back at square one. Not sure if I want to move to NOLA, not sure if I want to follow the career path I had set out for myself, not sure if there is anything out there that I would be good at. Suggestions welcome, because the path has changed, and I am seriously lost in the woods.