I finally found it.
Well it finally happened.
And let me tell you, it doesn’t feel like I thought it would feel.
I thought it would feel like being cured from blindness. A perpetual high. And that bubbling over with joy and rainbows sort of feeling… all the time.
But it’s not like that at all.
I just feel content. Grateful. In tune. In stride. Fewer thrills and chills. More peace and centeredness.
I finally found what I love to do. Three months ago, I walked into a room full of people like me. Creators, perfectionists, dreamers, difference-makers. And a good dose of introverts! Yay. And then someone handed each of us a set of knives. And we learned how to cut mirepoix without losing fingers. Eventually that mirepoix went into a pot, and we learned how to cook.
And… a couple months from now, people will call us chefs.
And I’m loving it.
I’m still trying to sort out how I got here. Slowly discovering foreshadows in my story, but it still feels a bit random. I wish I could draw a map everyone could follow to this kind of contentment.