The move away from country mousedom is bringing up a lot of thoughts about what is important.  I thought I was living in such a way that I was doing what is important to me but lately, it has been called to my attention that choices must be made, more specificity is demanded as a grown-up. Prioritizing the long list of what is important to me, and there is a lot, and making decisions. Maybe that is being a grown-up.

Is it more important to have time to write or a prestigious job and more money?  Is it more important to be in a spacious house in the country where I have less friends but can make new ones, or live in a small space in the city and be part of that race, but also around many friends, acquaintances and colleagues? And so on.  As someone simply asked yesterday, “what is more important to you?”

To which I found myself suprised.  “Well, it’s all important to me.” It really hadn’t dawned on me that I had to choose. But I do to move forward.  That is definitely important.