I’m not good at making choices. Surprise.
These past few days, as I’m on vacation and planning for the future, I have had a great many fears and propositions freewheeling through my mind. Writing on the word “choose” was simply not happening. Where to begin? So I laid out a square of paper and 96 crayons – they (still!) aren’t color-coded, in case anyone feels the significance of that – and tried to sift the wheat from the chaff.
A strange undertaking for the gluten-sensitive.
Nevertheless, here you are. A map of choice, in five minutes:
(Poor-quality snapshot of a word-web with the things that apparently matter to my future, linked together with dubious coherence. Community, learning, child advocacy, strength, service, etc. Sprinkled with suggested career paths - speech pathology, social work, etc.