I've always been a toe-in-the-water-first kind of girl. Test it out. See how it feels before you commit to the whole diving-head-first thing. Occasionally I've wanted to be the dive-head-first type, but I'm beginning to reconcile that isn't ever going to be me. I'm cautious. I'm hesitant. I read Cnet for months before I commit to a moderately priced digital camera. That's how I roll.
All that being said, Fall tends to bring with it the inevitability of change in a vibrant sensory way. Chilly mornings, changing leaves, and bonfires serve to remind me every day that as much as I object, push away, or ignore it, time marches on. (Yep, ended a sentence with a preposition. Tried to fix that for 5 minutes and finally just left it.)
My AmeriCorps service ends in a matter of weeks. Time to make decisions. Choices. Changes. I'm proud of myself for opened up enough doors that I'm not in the same scramble position I was a year ago. Walking through them is the hard part.
Good news? No decisions are irreversible. No options are wholly wrong for me. I just need a little continental shift to move this town a little further east. Is that too much to ask?
