Professional restlessness is a part of my daily life. Personality and compatibility assessments all suggest that I need a dynamic work environment. Such an environment is not what I currently have nor has it been since I became pregnant. Perhaps a less static career is just around the corner? Perhaps it is all about being patient and waiting for the right time rather than trying to force something to happen on my time? I believe that change, professional change that is, approaches. It isn't here right now, but it is coming, I can feel it.
The restlessness that struck this past spring was more personal. For once, it wasn't about my house or my career, it was something deep inside. It felt as if something in my soul began stirring after a long nap. I couldn't put my finger on what I wanted; couldn't put my desires into words, I just knew that I wanted different. Did that mean a new house, a new job, a new city, a new country, an injection of masculine energy?
I love... love... love... change. And I love knowing, in my very soul, that there is still more change to come. I have a feeling that 38 (which is quickly approaching) will be a wonderful year in the sense of experience, change, and growth. This is not to say that 37 hasn't provided much of the same, as it has.