They ask me plenty

In this time of transition, I get asked plenty these terrible questions,
"So, what do you want to be?"
"Where are you going?"
"Have you thought of what job you want?"
"Will you move to New York?"...

I hate these words. They sting deep within. Is this really all they care about?
Why can't you ask me,
"Where are you now?"
"Is your heart open?"
"How do you love?"
"Are you content?"

And they ask these questions because they think that I have an answer. They suppose I will reply with  a quick little statement, describing the job I have lined up and my salary that will be, the exact apartment I will reside in and the activities that I will subscribe to.
No, this is not how it works, dear friends.

I am journeying.

There is a road that I have followed much until now, it was straight and I never veered off of it.
The dirt road now is far more exciting in front of me, there are twists, roundabouts, breathtaking vistas and pit stops aplenty.

So what that I don't know what I want to do?

SO WHAT!?

Does that mean that I cannot be happy? Does that mean that I have no promise for success.

I tell them always, "I just want to be happy." Whatever it is that lights my heart on fire, that is what I will be doing. I tell them, "I need to see the world, I need to help, I need to share."

This life of just getting up, going to work, coming home and then pressing repeat, well that is not the life I need right now.

And so I answer them always with a few kind words, a thank you for your interest but really, I am not concerned. Hashem has a path for me, this I am sure of, I will not taint that road with visions of anything other than a smiling, bubbling over, sweetness drenched life ahead!

x.