Say what?
A year ago, I wrote that after taking a much-needed break from long hours and deadlines , I spent a month long pilgrimage in Europe to clear my mind. I also wrote that I ultimately found the clarity and vision that I sought in my own little corner of the world — not in any far-off land . A few months ago, I began to feel as if this same corner was stifling me. Some days I felt as if I couldn’t breathe...as if I needed to escape. Was it because I no longer read as voraciously as in the past? Believe me, I tried. My own voice was so strong that I couldn’t concentrate on the written words of others. I wondered if my desire to flee was because I no longer traveled much and I longed for the diversity that had always energized and nourished my soul. I didn’t have the answer, but I did know that my view was restricted. I thought about the many wise life choices I had made in the past 12-months. Then I thought about other choices that might be contributing to my angst. For the first time