When I was younger, I want to say maybe third grade, I remember reading this poem by

Shel Silverstein called Where the Sidewalk ends. This place where the cement stops and the grass begins, an inflection point of sorts.

And I obviously don't remember what we talked about back then, but I certainly remember

the book.

And a few weeks ago I happened to be at the airport.

I was walking through and I saw a bookstore and a shell silverstein book propped up in the front

and I couldn't stop thinking about it I had that title stuck in my head right playing on loop

where the sidewalk ends some things just hit you like that title sounds perfect to me this

larger than life transitionary place it

feels like some sort of graduation but graduation from what to what that's the

question is it simply checking off the current box before moving on to the next one?

Is it the end of a paved, calculated path

and the beginning of something a little less defined, a little more free?

Is it the place where you step away from what's expected of you and instead do what you are called to do?

What you know when your soul is right?

I guess depending on who you are and what you need, it could be any and all of those things.

But as I sat 36,000 feet in the air, it kind of dawned on me,

not necessarily what Shell Silverstein wanted to take away to be.

Fair, right? I mean, it's a famous poem. There's a lot of analysis and writing on this.

But I'm more interested in the question,

what do I need personally? Now, with everything going on in my life, what would I want that

place to be, where the sidewalk ends? And the more I thought about it, the more I realized

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