Comfort is the first symptom, followed by restlessness, frustration, despondence and if you refuse to acknowledge the swell of symptoms, an indifference swallows you like a falsely soothing wave of post-op morphine.
At least that’s what happens to me if I ignore the telltale signs it’s time to move on to the next adventure, chapter, era of my life. Thankfully push rarely comes to shove, and I peer through the blinds of my wonderful, comfortable day to day before the despondency kicks in. And I remember, “the reason I’m so comfortable in the first place is because I took a leap to create a major change in my life, against all reason and advice of friends and family. It’s time to move on to the next thing.” And I jump.
It’s time to begin, again.