A few years back I was lost.
I had forgotten who I was, what made me the person I am. I forgot what I loved and what I needed. I was so consumed with trying to survive life that I wasn’t living life. I was overwhelmed with all that I thought I was suppose to do. I was overwhelmed with the kind of life I wanted to lead and the kind of children I wanted to raise, the kind of wife I wanted to be and I was drowning in my own ideals
I had lost my love for living, my passion, my purpose.
I was just getting by. Dealing with whatever life threw at me, day after day.
That’s the worst kind of living.
Fruitless, loveless, meaningless wandering.
They say all who wander aren’t lost. Perhaps.
The trouble is that those who wander maybe seeking the next grand adventure when the truth is we don’t have to go looking for adventure, adventure and journey are happening all around us; but, we are so caught up within ourselves and our fears and our insecurities and yes even our shame that we lose out on the journey within our own two feet.Details