The trick for me will be to keep the job and do the best I can. To banish the ghost that rises in my chest when I’m stuck in the house of an evening. The trick will be to grapple with that anxiety, rip its veneer off, face it down. The job for me will be to rise up and fill my own damn shoes. Then, set off, with a killer stride that eats up the miles, just as Lassie did as she made her way through depression-era England, to where she belonged.
This is a matter of stewardship. Rather than wanting more, more, more , it’s key to take proper care of what you currently have. Organize yourself. Dial it in. Your life is a garden. What good is planting if you don’t prepare the soil and remove the weeds?