Adrift?

It's tax season again, so I'm at Wegmans on a double service day in Syracuse entering in all of our income from tax year 2014.

We made a lot of money, it turns out. And now we have the privilege of paying taxes on it.

In theory I am okay with this, because I prefer civilization to savagery in general, and I wish to drive in safety on paved and well-lit roads.

But sitting back and taking a bird's eye view of our income for the last year reinforces the sensation that after so many months of holding to one course with our current scheme of jobs, travel, and goals it's about time to pause, find our bearings and see which waters we're aiming at next.

And we have options. J is looking into another potential job offer. She wouldn't need to drop anything she's currently doing, but we'd need to reshuffle. I was just awarded tenure with the orchestra, and I recently found out that some of my substitute work has entered a special protected status. I have more job security now, if I want to keep on doing the balance of steady work and freelancing that I've relied on for the past two years.

If I want to.

We love our house. We travel a lot. We wonder if it would be smarter to move much further east, much further west, or stay where we are.

This isn't a place we're particularly keen to be. We'd like to just hold the course that we've set and not worry about whether we've made the right decisions or not, whether or not we could do better if we changed this or that.

You know, like all the adults do, since they've got this figured out.