Sometimes, I’m realizing, the important thing isn’t what I write about, but rather it’s that I’m writing, I’ve been writing, and I’ll continue to write. One of the kitties is lying on my arm as I write this. We don’t pick our calling; it picks us.
Life is made up of meaningful work. That’s where I find strength. I also find strength in my True Self.
There’s a part of me that seems incredibly agitated, frustrated, and irritated about many things. To have contentment in my life, I’ve needed to understand the true nature of who I am. I believe that’s the whole point of it all.