About 7 years ago I was in a really good place, in every way. Yet for some reason I realised that -where I was- was not a place I wanted to stay in for that much longer.
I very much have that feeling right now. Nothing's wrong. Actually, everything is going as planned, (surprisingly so). Yet, there is a restlessness that tells me that the next step is near. That it will soon be time to move on.
Back then the next logical step seemed clear. We would have babies. We would start a family. Even though I was no where near able to envision how much this would affect my life plan, I knew I didn't want my career to continue being the centre of my universe. I knew I was ready to move on.
This time, I don't know what the next step is. Really there is no hurry. In a way I am nicely curious to find out where this is headed. In a way, it makes me some what impatient and anxious. I would like someone to open that door already. ... I'd like to know.