The last couple of weeks have had more than the usual share of quarter-life crisising and strifing about what the future holds and how to make sure whatever it holds is good and creative and right. The end isn’t in sight, but a few lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George by Stephen Sondheim helped remind me that that’s probably okay…
‘Stop worrying where you’re going, move on
If you can know where you’re going, you’ve gone
Just keep moving on.
I chose, and my world was shaken—so what?
The choice may have been mistaken
but choosing was not.
You have to move on.
Stop worrying if your vision is new.
Let others make that decision …
they usually do!
You keep moving on.
Look at what you want,
Not at what you are
Not at what you’ll be
Look at all the things you gave to me….’