The pause happened before my 45th birthday last year.
Thoughts started badgering me:
What am I doing with my life?
Is this where I want to be?
What have I accomplished?
Is this all there is for me?
I’m almost dead!
My older friends laughed and called me “youngster” and “silly.”
But I know this restlessness.
I get restless when I need change – not want – but need. For me change is not only an opportunity for growth, it is growth.
The first time I felt this need I was about 12 or 13. I had fallen in love with San Francisco while visiting relatives. Chicago wasn’t my #1 city anymore. I was in love with the Mediterranean climate, the friendly people and the food. Unfortunately, due to my age and other factors, the move wouldn’t happen until…
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