The Passion

First Skyping tonight, with KBJ, and interesting (ah, how common that word) discussions about the nature of debts and work and the like. The very blunt perspective on the cost of the degrees on the wall and whether they are worth it when you consider that they provide access to a job that's not fully loved. It's more complicated then that, of course, and certainly those years and fulfillment of those dreams are not regretted, but the commentary lingers all the same. The overall thoughts about just what you are doing, how long you should wait, where you might go. Just as the plan for 18 months out appears magically solid, there is a nagging sense that this may yet be too much to sit through. If you count the days - 555 says the handy google app, or about 800,000 minutes. Oh my.

I do think another 10-12 months is required, whatever the ultimate choice, if only to give Halifax a farewell tour, keep at the loan, give the course one more good effort, as well as this fall's hearing. From there? I am pleased with the way things have unfolded. I am pleased with the way that the decisions, as they always do, seem to arise independently, as if orchestrated properly. I can sense the freedom, and I'm comfortable knowing what I wish to do is out there. It will be nice to move in April and then see where the summer leads...