3 October 2023, Camino 3, Day 34
Melide to Arzua
It’s cool (60 degrees) and a bit humid this morning. It feels good walking but stopping for a drink it seems chilly.
It’s a short walk to Arzua which is good. My ankle has been acting up and I welcome a reduction in kilometers.
I walked for a bit with a young woman who reminds me a great deal of my own daughters. She’s newly graduated from college and beginning to send out resumes. And she’s a little torn about which direction her heart is calling her to.
With more than 40 years difference between us I find myself asking the same questions. Should I continue writing this blog? Should I try to change it into a book? A podcast? A children’s book? I thought I was dispensing elderly wisdom and I find all the same questions coming back at me. Sure I have my Medicare card and sure potential employers might be concerned about the longevity of my work life, but does any of that matter?
I may live another 40 years or I may get hit by a bus 🚌 tomorrow. The question is still what am I going to do next? And truthfully this is precisely the question I brought with me on the Camino. It’s the question I prayed into my rock that I laid at the base of Cruz de Fierro. What am I going to do next? Or better yet who am I going to be?
Buen Camino
One day I decided to go for a walk... 
Something will turn up in the end to show you the way to go next. Positive thinking is important.