Recently I think I started a transition and now that I'm in the thick of things, I'm not quite sure when it started. When people talk about time flying, it usually means that milestones stack up with very few unique markers breaking them up. If you have children your signposts are probably the start of school, the winter holidays, spring break, and the last day of school. Then a short summer and do it again. Rinse, repeat.
Now that my kids are grown, I'm finding different markers in my life. Some of these are sad (co-workers get new jobs, friends move away, death comes too soon) but many offer the potential for happiness. I am overwhelmed with the possibilities and find myself trying to decide where I go next. My client shifting has opened up a ton of free time for me. My kids moving out means I have lots of extra space to spread out for new projects. My bookshelf is full. It's almost too much freedom after being so structured for so long.
While I hem and haw about the next "big thing" I've decided to help my aunt get her book published, to help my Dad sort through his house and to clear out the project pile in my workroom. Each one of those activities will teach me a new skill that might open up more freelancing and will help me come to peace with my middle age. My mom's passing showed me how a lack of planning impacts the next generation, I'm not doing that to my kids if I can help it.
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