An old era ended.

An old era ended. The old ache, the old will left me. But, the march didn’t cease, it just changed directions. What was once a certain, steady drumbeat for a high and mighty vocation is now an unceasing push to carry on. I swallowed my pride and returned to the old work. I bowed my head and submitted to bosses and managers who I knew would endlessly frustrate me. I prepared for the two hours of round trip driving in stop and go traffic. I swallowed my pride, again.
But, one thing that I am doing differently, is reminding myself each and every day that this is not the end-all-be-all place where I will work until I die. What’s more, I may yet have something more to offer the world that has nothing to do with where I’ve been or where I am.

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