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.

D smiled.

“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.

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