In The Beginning...

In the beginning there was an ending. Or darkness, or stillness, or nothing. Depends on which book you're reading; but for now, you're reading my blog so I say ending. The statement, however, begs the question: where does one emotionally focus at the beginning of an adventure and the end of an era?

I’m about to begin an adventure of three months that currently has little direction beyond doing it. This is the first time in my brief life that I’ve been able to say something like that. I don’t have a plan and I kinda like it. I’m excited because I have no itinerary just three destinations: Costa Rica, India, and Israel. I’m fortunate to have this travel opportunity and I’m going to take full advantage.

I also just ended my job. It’s been a good job and a great experience. I’m incredibly thankful for the opportunities I’ve had there and perhaps more to come. But for now, it’s an ending.

So I find myself at the crossroads of bitter and sweet. Bitter to be leaving a nurturing and exciting job. Sweet to be embarking on world travels. But again, where do I focus? The bitter or the sweet? The beginning or the end? The chicken or the egg (the last is irrelevant but it just flowed with the series of questions so I ran with it, whatever)? Ultimately, I wont recognize how bitter the end was until something new has begun and I wont recognize how sweet the beginning was until it has ended. I suppose I’ll reflect on each in due time and not realize the significance of either until much later.

So for now I’ll settle on overwhelm because I still have so much to do before I begin this end or end this beginning.