Once in a while, we all have doubts. Where do we go with our lives? Am I pursuing the right career? Am I making the right choices? And let me tell you, as a foreigner in France in a relationship with another foreigner of a nationality clearly not welcome here, I am no stranger to doubt. Never before did I feel as if my life was a game of cards, a role of the dice to see which way the numbers would fall. I worked so hard to be with the person I love, to return to France… would it be considered abandoning my dream, succumbing to failure if I were to change course? Find another solution? Postpone my Expat life?
I’m not saying I’m preparing to do anything radical right now. But the wheels have been turning in my head and I’m trying to sort things out. Things may sort themselves out. Sometimes you aren’t so much led to a conclusion as pushed there. And we’ll still see where the numbers fall. I’m not a poker player. I’m going to rely on God for that one.