I must be in my early thirties... people tell me that this soul searching, purpose hunting, self reinventing... is a symptom of that.
The books in my "to read" pile tell me that I am hungry for change... They are books about radical love... the kind that is inconvenient... And it's not that I am looking to be inconvenienced... but I am looking to REALLY live.
There is a nagging fear in me that I might find excuses to stay wrapped up in my little cocoon... Where vulnerability is easy... but there is a competing fear that I will miss out... that what I do won't matter.
I want the work of my life to matter!!!
I thought growing pains would be left behind in my adolescent years... but it seems they move from my limbs to my heart...