This is water
It is a gray, warm day, perfect to force myself to work. Today, I said that it is the end of my career to D during late lunch at Plum Bistro. I had told my dad obliquely two weeks ago.
“You mean the beginning of a new one? Something different from Software?”
I smiled as the warm fingers of recognition squeezed my heart gently, that the statement was true. I was more certain of its being true now than ever before. Except that I don’t know what this new career really is.
If I accept that this is OK, expectant and happy still, does it mean that I now have an inking of what is negative capability?
The title because I have been repeating it to myself today since I woke up to gray hours, to not forget yesterday’s moonlit beauty.