We're always told to find work you love, then it won't seem like work at all. My work was pretty bloody close. Many years ago I had a career wheeling and dealing in the stockmarkets of Sydney and London. I always felt empty from it - what were we making? What were we contributing? Nothing real, nothing but changes to the value of pieces of paper. So when that came to an end, I felt relief. I felt I'd been given a chance for another pick of the board. And I picked a career that made my heart sing. I picked conservation, the beauty of nature and the vast open plains. I now realise that I've been exceptionally lucky to make a living out of something that burns deep within my soul. So WTF? What am I doing? Why am I now in unemployment wilderness?When the chance to take a break was offered, I figured it was too good to pass up. I figured I'd take this time to reassess my choices. I'd taken redundancies before and it had always worked out for me - always been what I needed to shake things up. This time it feels different. Admittedly I'm only one day in, but already I'm thinking that I was on a good path, that the work I've been doing is important and the people I've worked with feel like my kin. But better than kin, more aligned.
So, I am taking a break, and I am spending time with my lively boys who have been clambering for some attention. But I reckon, instead of turning and changing, this time maybe (if I'm blessed) I'll just pick back up and go in the same direction. And that's a reassuring notion. I've already found my path, I've already met my tribe.
