I've gotten an email here and there asking where I'd gone. 'Nowhere and everywhere' was my response.
Unlike Chris, I wasn't dealing with depression or a sense of failure. Without getting into the long, gory details, it really came down to a moment in time when a 'What if?' opportunity began to consume me.
I can't do anything about the situation right now. It's a question of timing in life, and the ability to take an unprecedented chance on another clearly available course. Dancing with things like this isn't new for me — I've spent my entire life exploring its aspects at sometimes extreme or uncommon levels. Though I'm still very much that eagle which soars and commands its domain, the wisdom of my years has tempered the unceasing urge for flight.
Along came a post from a blogger, and I was reminded that I didn't have to remain in my cave until I could emerge with a profound and definitive course of action. To do so would have bred fear, fear of failure, and a funk I don't have the luxury of indulging.
Not a big 'aha' here, but certainly an appreciation for the value of each moment and the reminders and lessons it can bring. Back to flowing.