Standing on the Precipice
So this is what it feels like to stand on a precipice.
Though at this moment I’m not exactly standing. I’m roughly 30,000 feet up en route to Seattle for a week of marathon meetings. I know that in front of me there is so much opportunity. And with that, potential for both success and failure. I’m eager to see some current and former clients. There’s a lot of work to be done. But I also have some other interesting meetings and “rendezvous” that may redirect my path entirely.
Mysterious enough for you?
The only thing I know for certain is that by Thursday, there will be something new to talk about. I don’t know what it will be. I don’t know if it will recall me back to Seattle for good or encourage me to remain in Denver. I know only that it is going to be different. That I will walk out the other side of this week with a revised sense of purpose.
That’s pretty huge. Especially for something this nebulous.
I know what I think I want. But I’ve learned on this journey to temper what I think I want with what actually happens. Turns out, what happens can be better than anything once wanted.
That’s my long-winded way of saying I’m not ready to write about any specifics just yet. I am, however, ready to exhale…take a step off the precipice, and free-fall for a few days. I trust my chute will open come Thursday.
