I can’t sleep, and I’m exhausted. So, this is one of those posts. If you’re here for Airstreams and other fun stuff, skip this post. I’m in a thinking mood. Sorry, it happens! 
Reality is setting in. Over the weekend I was so enthused. An opportunity that matches my skills to a T. Exciting.
The enthusiasm turned to a lower level of excitement, and many other things. Realization. What I want to do on the career level isn’t matching where I am. Enthusiasm and disappointment then competed with each other for dominance.
Afterward, remnants of excitement, coupled with a growing sense of loss once more. There’s a familiar feeling. Loss. I’ve had a ton of it over the past few years, and I didn’t need a revisit!
Still, I’ve kept a sliver of hope that something interesting and unique would turn up here. Work should be entertaining, fulfilling, and meaningful. All indicators point to my most recent opportunity. It’s just that opportunity doesn’t lie in the place I currently reside.
Today has been a day of coping with what feels like loss. And coupled with it, my desire to not be ungrateful for things that have been dropped in my path. I’ve started letting my new friends know I’m heading out soon. There’s an opportunity I can’t ignore, and I’ve got to go after it full on. It matches me. I’ll do well at the job, and I’ll bring a lot to the table in this roll. Bottom line, it provides me a purpose once again.
Have I not had a purpose? Sure, I’ve been driven to find solutions to the medical junk that started in 05′. I’ve had to make my way after losing so much that meant the world to me. Travel, seeing new places, meeting new people, and experiencing the kindness that our country has to offer. There’s purpose in all of that. I guess I just want more. I defy you to point out someone who doesn’t strive to be something beyond what they currently are.
So, with all of that…… I went out and took too many pictures today. Documenting. My home for four months needs it’s place in all of what’s occurred. Prescott has been the stop in my journeys where I’ve found the strength to heal so much. Walking out for miles alone again. While not a new experience, a new one in recent years. Confidence restored. Digging my nails into granite to hang on a few seconds more. Hanging on has become an art form in my life recently. Finding fast friends, and wonderful friends…… How good can it be?
And now packing. Organizing the Airstream for one more jaunt. This will be the last for a while I think. That hits home. I’m ready. And I’m sad with saying good bye once more. Especially to the place that has brought so much back into my life.
With all of that, I went out and took too many pictures today. I will again tomorrow, and Friday, and Saturday. This is a special place. It has so much to offer. If you’re ever looking for a place to line everything back up, I’d suggest stopping by. It’s done me a world of good. And it’s home. Glad to have found it!
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