I have a feeling this title will be repetitive. We are all looking for what’s next. Always. If we are not looking for it, we are living it. Let’s face it. We are ‘now’ or ‘before’ or ‘next’. I don’t have a clue what is next.
Last night I had dinner with a group of fascinating women who have all taken risks in the world that most would cringe at, many would revere, or dare I say, most might disdain……..nothing would classify as ‘unnoticed’. These women have all started businesses when their world told them they could not; loved their children when the energy of daily living seemed insurmountable; and continue to anticipate the awe of the future. That awe has me spinning.
I am in the middle of a summer to beat all summers. Two kids home from college. Feeling their independence in full form and not really happy that their mother (me!) is the sole parent in the household, wants to parent them, and has also enjoyed a year of independence. The complexity of emotions and dreams of the future for three independent adults living under the same roof is a cacophony of chaos. Is that redundant? Or does that emphasize the nature of the turmoil we are living in?
The point is that ‘what is next’ is impossible for me to see with a clear lens. It’s cloudy at best. And downright opaque at worst. Things such as the dinner last night are my lifeline. Being with women who have been through the wringer and are still able to be present and passionate feeds my soul. They have not only survived. They have thrived. And they are the future face of women everywhere.
That doesn’t clear the lens. But it gives me the ability to know the lens will be cleared. And in a wonderful way. What’s next? I need to be attentive to cues. Patient in waiting. And let the Windex of life take care of the emotional collateral of the summer. I need to have faith we will all learn and grow from this summer. We will pay attention to what will feed us next. And, most importantly, remember that we are able to do all of this because we have each other.