Do you ever feel like you’re ducking lightening bolts, hopping from one scorched spot of earth to another just ahead of the next blast? Like maybe some lesser god has it out for you in some idle, lackadaisical kind of way?
Perhaps I’m being melodramatic. Maybe it’s more like a cosmic game of frogger and I’m the one in the webbed feet dodging traffic.
It’s not just me. It’s going around. I have at least three other close friends who were hit with major career decisions in the last week. Moments of truth. Two-roads-diverged-in-a-yellow-wood kind of deals.