It feels good to be healthy. I was sick Wednesday through Friday last week. I’m talking laying in bed colder than Hillary Clinton and soaked in sweat at the same time. Some pretty odd delirious-fever dreams/hallucinations. (Dude, building a windmill and sod house with your dad and eight brothers in 1858 is hard work!) Things are better, though. I’m back ready to go.
Now, go where?
I feel like I’ve finally got a plan for my career. I’m not sure if it’s right, though. It will be a drastic change in life if I go that route. It’s in a completely different field, and would be a huge adjustment. I’m not afraid of the change, though. I think it will be exciting and that after the initial adjustment, it will be so much more rewarding than what I’m doing. I would be making a difference for once.
The change would affect my family, though. This new job comes with some physical risks and my wife is worried about safety issues. How do I weigh personal and professional happiness against my own wife’s peace of mind? The issue is seldom far from mind these days. At this point, I’m tempted to go for it and deal with this issue, if it becomes one. If it doesn’t work out and I don’t make it, it’s not a problem anyway. I don’t know, though. I’ve been praying about it a lot, but haven’t heard a whole lot back. Still waiting for that sign.