What next?

Are we really asking ourselves this question already? Didn't we just get here? Unfortunately we, OTZMAnikim are. When Part II has barely graced the half-point and there a whole Part III that hasn't even started we are still asking ourselves what next.

What's the next job?
What's the next degree?
What job will get me to the next degree?
What's the next city? state? country?

I try to be yogic about it. I really do. I try to say..."stay present Nik" and "Be here in Karmiel not in a decision that will take effect four months from now" But I don't. Most of us don't. We still worry shared worries and let our minds slip into so many different forms of the timeless question:

What do I want to be when I grow up?

The first answer I can remember giving was "Farmer." [WHY] "sheepskin is soft." Maybe 5 (or 6, or 7) year old Nikki had it right. Maybe we over-complicate things. Maybe we need no other decision making solution other than tactile (or any of the other 4) senses. Business school is certainly not soft, nor does it taste good. Smell is dependent on scenario and location but ultimately for most it DEFINITELY does look and sound good.

So we are using our senses after all...

This year has been about a lot of things...but looking and sounding good are not part of them. Touching, smelling and tasting certainly have been a huge part of this exploratory journey.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. (Wilde)