The Work of Life…

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…

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1 Response to The Work of Life…

  1. Serene says:

    I love that- from my limbs to my heart. And, I am right there with you. So right there…. ouch.

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