spherical

Yes, there are limits. No there aren't limits.

It's interesting that I start my thought process with an assumption of limits.

There are parameters. But even they are expandable. I had a vivid dream last night that gave me a strong sense of nostalgia for my old life. I lived it for a long time. It had its ups. I felt sad upon awakening, with the prospect of never experiencing it again.

Maybe this is the precise moment that my period of decompression is ending. I have needed this time to do something completely unrelated to my old life. Maybe not unrelated, but the antithesis. Like a negative, with the darks light and the lights dark. I haven't wanted to try to merge my old life into my new one. That would go against my whole existence here. But it has been brewing inside. Waiting for something to awaken it.

What if there was the option to rebuild, from scratch? To start over. Of course it would be a network of my own devising. Not given to me from the outside. But I have been given a gift: a beautiful template. I learned about camaraderie from my old life. Camaraderie and community. I learned that from many of my life's experiences and travels. I suppose I learned it since birth. But it became less and less flawed and more fleshed out as I developed more self knowledge and the independence adults are afforded.

I need a pinch of friendship, a dash of meetings of the mind, a sprinkle of music making, a drop of pleasing venues. Maybe I can bake a cake of a network. A new career path. I can call it a career circle. As in inner circle, or circle of friends. How about a career sphere? It has the advantage of rhyming, too.