Throughout my work life, I was pointed in one solitary direction. That direction was success, financial security, and providing for my family.
Believe me, I made a lot of false starts and bad decisions, but it turns out each misstep brought me closer to my destiny. I don’t believe any of it was really a choice because the objectives never changed.
Here I am, on the outside looking back, and I still shake my head at the pure dumb luck (or the foot of destiny) kicking me in the ass to the right destination.
Now I have the opportunity to choose what I wish to do within the confines of my health, resources and desires. I have lots to choose from (especially when COVID is no longer a hindrance).
Right now, I am working through the painful “messy-middle” (thank you Bruce Feiler’s epic work, Life Is In the Transitions) of the transition.
Here’s what I envision:
- Travel
- Time with my newly expanded family
- Working with at least one cause
- Coaching
- Speaking
- Workshops
- Investigating some courses of interest
- Getting back into skiing
- Outdoor cycling
- Maybe some part-time gigs (if I find something that lights me up)
I have a very long list and it centers on people with whom I might engage and hopefully making a difference.
All that being said, I wonder what destiny has in store for me.
