Recently I had a moment when I realized my life is shifting. It’s like working all day and suddenly you realize that the evening is overtaking the setting sun, and you have no idea where the day went, or weeks or months have gone. Time has passed; you are older and maybe even marked by the experience.
I’ve had these moments before. Moments when I didn’t remember all of the details—but just knew that something was different. There have been times where these shift have happened because of some major life event, but more often than not, there are subtle changes that somehow exist beneath the radar until I have something that makes me stop and reflect.
That something was a drive to Baltimore for a date with my dad and sister.
It is rare these days that I have time alone, when I am not studying, or working, or playing chef, or maid, or taxi driver, or master scheduler. But last week I was alone in a car on my way to meet with my dad and sister for dinner and a show. I was dealing with a work issue, studying for finals and stopping midweek for the first date like this I can remember since being a child.
And I wondered what the heck I was doing and if I was headed in the right direction.
It wasn’t about being in Baltimore, but simply being in the chaos of that week. I wondered how I was going to survive finals, much less another trimester like the one that was wrapping up. I was wondering if I was crazy to being pursuing a career change at this stage in my life.
Then I saw it.
I was driving down the street and happened to look out to my left. In a brief interruption in traffic I saw this in a window:
Sometimes when I am at odds and wondering if I am heading in the right direction, I find that I’m given a little sign. That night I got my sign to believe that as hard as it is right now, the shift that I am going through is taking me to where I need to be—wherever that actually is—and it will all work out the way it was meant to be.