That Old Feeling...It's Back

I've had it before, and it is not to be ignored. It begins as a restlessness and a faint sense that something needs to happen. It comes, at first, as a whisper, and I believe it comes from my soul. It tells me that it needs something. It tells me  that it needs me to do something. One time it led to me leaving medical practice. Another time it led me to teaching. Now it is saying, "There is more in you, and there is more for you to do."

This calling often involves serendipity. It was an emergency surgery that let me slow down enough to hear the whispers to change my life. This time the whispers have come alone...until now. Political and financial goings on here in Wisconsin suggest there may be no adjunct teaching jobs at the universities after this semester. It could mean that I would have no teaching appointment and....well....and I would need/want to find other things to do. This time, however, the whispers have not (yet) given me a clue as to what it is I am destined to do. Not even an idea in which arenas that might be.

This is a scary and, at the same time, a delicious situation because it tells me that in spite of my age I am still in the game and have more to contribute. I wonder what it will turn out to be.

Paddle safe...
DS