My mom once compared me to Jimmy Buffet’s lyrics, “Yes I am a pirate, 200 years too late”. My college guidance counselor refused to clear me to enroll without a career counseling assessment after I told him I wanted to be a Muppeteer for Jim Henson and design prosthetic legs while also enrolling in a ballroom dancing course. My New Year’s Resolution this year is to learn how to juggle. I am a wanderer and a dabbler. I love learning, and I fear failure though it is an occupational hazard of wandering. In melancholy moments of self-doubt, I desperately search for purpose and meaning. I wonder what I’m supposed to do with my life, my career, my family, my passions, and my grocery list which insists on me writing it once a week in spite of whatever existential crisis I find myself in at that particular moment.
Yet, I find little purpose and meaning amidst all the “doing” of life and striving to accomplish the next step, task, goal, or to-do list though those things may be important. Meaning whispers to my soul in little moments of being…watching a sunset, checking to see if tadpoles have sprouted legs, holding my husband’s hand, or laughing with my son. These moments do not ask for my resume to determine my worth. Rather, they invite me, as I am, to join a moment for no other reason than I exist at the doorway of time.
Welcome to my blog. Feel free to wander. I hope my words will inspire you in your own journey in pursuit of what breathes life into your soul. You are welcome even if you don’t know where you are going. I often don’t.