Between What Ifs and What Is: Finding Clarity in Our Path
Life goes on and flashes before our eyes. Our first word. Our first day of school. Everything that has a beginning comes to an end . I'm sitting in my desk as I'm writing this down. The rain is pouring on the ground: I can see it through the window , and I'm shivering. I know you've been there, so you can probably relate to me, at least until now. My cat is purring aggressively, crawling to feel every spot on the table under her paws. I love cuddling her, perhaps to calm down those demons inside me that relentlessly tell me I'm not good enough. I thank to God that they still haven't complained about my career choice. And I pray to God that they won't come after me for what I've just said. The first one to ask was our kindergarten teacher. She inquired me - what do you want to be when you grow up? -. We sat in a big room with a high ceiling and a gigantic glass that l...