"I think I need a new gig." She fingered the stem of her wineglass, sighed, took a slow sip. "You know? Something different. Something new."
I nodded. "You mean a new job?"
"I don't know. Yes. Maybe. Maybe not. I just need a way to jump-start my life, a way to reinvent myself."
"A new house? A move to a new city?" I squinted, studying her, seeking to comprehend.
"Yeah, all of that. Or none of it. I don't know, really." She sipped more wine and frowned, her eyes focused on the distant horizon, searching for something beyond her vision.
"Yes." I nodded again. I understood.
Nearly all of us understand that, don't we, at some point in our life? Some vague sensation of discomfort and unrest which we wish to overcome and repair. We don't know what we want or need, exactly. And even if we're fortunate enough to figure out that much, something often stands in our way of initiating the means to change it. Uncertainty. Fear. Weakness. Simple inertia.
"So, what do you really want most in your life?" I prodded her. "The comfort of a relationship? The challenge of a new career? The excitement of different surroundings?"
She bit her bottom lip. "Do I have to choose? Can't I have it all?"
I shrugged. "Perhaps. Some people believe they do."
"But how do I get it?"
"Well, I think you first need to decide what you want. And then you need to take the necessary steps toward it."
"So I need to figure out what I want?"
"OK. That's easy."
She sighed again. "I want a new gig."
The questions are simple, for all of us. For most, the answers don't come so easily.