It all begins somewhere. I didn't know it at the time but I left Montana to find perspective. I'd been giving many gifts, being born and raised in Big Sky Country, but a well-rounded world view wasn't one of them, and so I left in search of that. I called it other things at that time - boredom, adventure, professional growth, broadened horizons - but what I was lacking and seeking was indeed perspective.
The search began and ended in San Francisco. There were other small stops along the way, some in the wider Bay Area, one as far away as La Jolla, but in the end it was the Golden Gate that provided the pathway and many of the answers. Many of the questions, but also many of the answers.
Awake early on Christmas morning, I feel a sense of transition coming over me again. I am preparing somewhat slowly for the next phase of my life and when I sit in fear, I contract. But when I look back to all the amazing adventures my move out of Montana originally brought to me, I realize as well that this next transition will do the same. If I am courageous (and why would I at this time in my life be other?), something wonderful will happen.
It is perspective which has taught me this.
