Thinking things thru
I’ve spent many, many years of my life moving from place to place, from job to job and from man to man. Today, I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, I should stop, and let life catch up to me.
Is it really so bad to work at a job that you don’t love?
Is it really so bad to live in a city that you don’t adore?
Is it really so bad to sit still and wait for life to happen, or better yet, to proceed with a plan instead of just rushing off into the oncoming winds of change without direction or thought?
If I’ve truly grown as a person these last 5 years in Chicago, then shouldnn’t I have a plan in place before I take off on yet another wild adventure?
Chicago, it looks like I’m stickin it out a little longer.
