In October 2012, I decided to begin asking this question: "If I could do anything, what would it be?"
At some point, I decided that 3 years was how long I would give myself to figure this out.
What a luxury to have this time. I am so grateful.
And now, it has been 1.5 years.
I alternate between thinking "What have I even done?" and "Look how much I've done!"
"Where am I going with all this?" and "Wow. I think I might actually know where I'm going with all this."
No one can give me the answers to these questions.
I am the one who is asking them.
I am the one who must answer them.
All I can ever do is what I must do right now.
There is a voice telling me that I might be wrong about all this, but it's been there for a long time.
And it's not as loud as it used to be.
I know I can live with it now.