Letters Home #28 💌

Writing from: Banff, Alberta

Dear Ones —

Last month I wrote that the leaves outside my desk window were a brilliant golden hue. This month, they are gone. In case you missed it, I recently wrote about these changing seasons and what happens during the rotting phases of life, so to speak — those times when things appear lifeless, but really they are just fertilizing something new. New life will eventually spring from the soil made rich through the decomposing process.

I can’t think of a better metaphor for my career path right now. No, nothing is particularly dead, just lacking in momentum. I’ve put projects — I’ve put my neck — out there, and it would seem I am now in a holding pattern of sorts.

But, as much as I feel the yearning to create right now, I have this “knowing” that it is best to WAIT. Wait for the right thing. Wait to see how I feel. Wait to see what unfolds.

Good golly, it’s hard to wait.

Yesterday I had coffee with a new friend who is the owner/CEO of a fast-growing and (by all appearances) successful …