I haven’t blogged in awhile. I was pulled in eight million different directions and as I often do when I try to do too many things at once – I lost my way.
Not for long, just for a little while.
But I have a secret.
I don’t mind getting lost. From time to time I even recommend it. I want to feel like I don’t know where I am or where I’m going. Because it reminds me of how vast the world is.
Truth is, there are many things I love to do. In trying to do all of them I sometimes fail at a few. I’m learning to tone it down, keep certain projects on the back burner, let my fire drive me towards what’s calling to me the loudest in this moment. It’s not easy. There’s so much whirring and so many echoes that sometimes I wonder if I’m even hearing my own voice or someone else’s, or nothing at all…
But I always find my way. Whether through determination, or by accident, or a rescue party, I’m always found.