Almost a year and 3 months ago.

I paced the crepe-colored carpet of a bedroom shared by me and 3 other members of my family, in a large house that our friends allowed us to share with them as we got our footing for where we were headed next.

I had two major decisions to make, one of them was keep my 9-5 job in Texas or leave the state.

At that time I had believed I was making the scary, the ultimate choice for myself, much like Frodo when he decided to carry the rings of power to Mordor

(ahem…less intense circumstances, and perhaps a far more dramatic hobbit)

I had hoped this decision would lead to numerous positives and transformations in my personal and career life. I had deemed it a canon event in my journey, marking its arrival with significant weight in my mind. This is it… or so I told myself

However, no, it was not…

After being laid off from the job of my dreams, a near death experience and one year later…

I am not so proud to think that the hobbit and I are one in the same, but his story touches my heart, and I can say happily we both survived…now I can self-reflect.

That original transition was rooted from a series of previous smaller decisions which only led me to make more decisions,
and now I am entering another significant change again.

I think I recognize that disappointment is damn good teacher…and a part of living.

Perhaps grand destinations are not as final as I once made them out to be, small choices can be just as important. And large events are not as defining, as the meaning attached to them.