I feel a bit lost in life right now. By many measures, I'm quite successful -- I have a lot of friends and a few very close confidants. I have great mentors. I've got a job, a roof over my head, a kid that is making their own way in life, a dog that I love. I am able to explore the world and my interests, and I no longer have to work 60 to 80 hours per week to afford to live. And yet... I'm feeling a bit directionless. This happens every now and then, but since my uncle died from a brain tumor (glioblastoma) in 2017, it's been happening far more frequently and much more intensely than it has before. This week, I'm feeling the rut. I have some things percolating and am building a new business, but so far it's mostly behind the scenes work, so I'm not yet seeing the results of my efforts. I have a couple of books that I need to read for my private tutoring students and a couple of groups I'm in, but none is really grabbing my attention fully right now...
Malea Explores
Life in the Pacific Northwest, and sometimes beyond!