Been Here Before

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I've been here before, this place in my life. Maybe it's a stage, rather than a place. It's a restless feeling that nags at me, like a splinter in my mind

Part of it is annual. I don't like the short days of winter, I like sun and warmth ... part of why I live in the desert. When the days start to get noticeably longer, about the middle of March, it starts. I come out of hibernation, and I want to be doing. Cabin fever yields to spring fever.

But there's also a longer cycle, and about every 8-10 years a deeper assessment takes place. A consideration of where I am, and where I want to be. Sort of a pause to get my bearings, and check the map.

10 years ago I made some major changes, changed tack, and headed for the horizon. A lot has happened since then, mostly good, some not so much. A course adjustment is in order; I'm not lost, just off a couple points to windward.

My mom was really good at guiding me through a few of these. I didn't recognize it when I was a kid, but it's always happened to me. I'm a Leo, maybe it's the sun cycles. She never really said much, as I would ramble on, but she knew what to say. She left 22 years ago this month, but she still shows up in my head.

I've been here before, this place in my life. Time to get started, I've got some work to do.
Fair winds and following seas ...

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