2019 was a tough year for my family and me, and I am happy to see the end of it. Even though I don’t necessarily think 2020 is going to be a cake walk for us, I can at least see a horizon I didn’t think I would get to see.
I spent a lot of time scared that things would happen that could upset the path I thought I should be on. Only at the end of this year did I realize that even when those fears came to pass, I still had different paths to take. At worst I would still arrive in the same destination. Otherwise I would just end up in a more interesting place with better stories.
I will celebrate my 10th anniversary at my job next year. I’m still a contractor and my dad keeps telling me that it feels like it’s a temp job. Goodness knows I’ve had a few opportunities to change that. But I realized a long time ago that I would rather work at a job I love that contains a bit of uncertainty then work at a job that bores me to tears, but gives me an illusion of stability.
So with everything going on at home and at work, I found myself re-reading the Cult of Done Manifesto once again. I had remind myself, “There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.”
Next year is a scary place, but this year laid the groundwork for me to tackle it head on.