Wikipedia lists six different kinds of flux:

1. Momentum flux
2. Heat flux
3. Chemical flux
4. Volumetric flux
5. Mass flux
6. Radiative flux

Those are just the kinds of fluxes used in transport phenomena. There are other fluxes—for biology, medicine, electromagnetism. For every kind of movement, there is a kind of flux, I suppose.

I’m in psychological flux. Yesterday, I started a new job doing grant writing. I’m still working at my old job, too, until November. I’m floating between two offices (one which is not yet mine), trying to remember which deadline is for which job. All of this is actually good. I like to float.

My boss sent out an ad for the position I’m leaving. It seemed oddly like an obituary to me.

One of my favorite writers asked, “Does this mean you’re going to have to start dressing in ladies’ suits?”

I wasn’t looking for a new job. It just kind of landed right in front of me. I did agonize about leaving the magazine—I’ve made wonderful friends, had great opportunities to create my own path, and met some amazing people along the way. But intuitively I knew I had to do something different. I can’t tell you why. I can’t even say that this new job is the thing I’m supposed to be doing. But I’ve spent most of my life leaping before looking, and most of the time it has served me well.

I wonder if my impulsive nature has to do with my father’s penchant for throwing us kids into scary, thrilling situations—driving down the dark, winding road at night without the headlights on or purposely stalling the engine while flying over Lake Erie. Testing the flux of things.