My research project takes shape

So I have been working away on crafting my ideas so that I have a pithy project… I have interviewed a bunch of corporate women, run a focus group with some inspiring young millenials and despite some cold feet, some sweaty palms and a swag of internal chatter… I am doing it… but not before I share this parable that was shared with me by two different women on two different days from two different sources… here goes (with poetic licence)… a farmer has six horses in his field and one day they escape and can’t be found… his next door neighbour arrives and says how terrible for this to happen… the farmer responds that he can’t be sure maybe it’s bad news and maybe it’s not – he will just have to wait and see… a few days later six wild horses arrive in his field… and no sooner arrived when his neighbour pops over to say what wonderful news to have these six new horse… (and yes you guessed it) the farmer responds that he can’t be sure maybe it’s bad news and maybe it’s not – he will just have to wait and see… a few days later his military-age son is trying to break the wild horses in when he is thrown from a horse and breaks his leg… and (yes you guessed it the nosey-parker-of-a-neighbour-from-hell) arrives to say what dreadful news to hear of his poor lad’s broken leg… and of course our farmer can be relied on for the same commentary┬áthat he can’t be sure maybe it’s bad news and maybe it’s not – he will just have to wait and see…. a few days later the military police arrive in the local area to conscript all the young men to go to war… and the lucky farmer keeps his son safe at home with his broken leg…

So no I don’t have a broken leg, nor am I taking up farming, or wild horse taming but navigating a new path with little visibility other than putting one foot in front of the other and not rushing to conclusions that shut down this journey…