...these day days, like I am drifting through life watching myself slowly become meaningless. I struggle to be, to become so much more than I am, but I am hemmed in by obligations, responsibilities, relationships I long to shed like so much tattered clothing. II am struggling to fin my true meaning, my authentic self, my purpose, my calling.
Who am I? What am I supposed to be doing with my life now that I have finally come to a place wherein a am comfortable wearing my own skin?