I don't know when it was that I lost my calling. The drive and passion is there, I promise. It's just figuring out where I'm going and how to get started. Shouldn't I be past the stage of not knowing what my future holds? Not knowing what I am meant to be and do?
How can a person be so completely overwhelmed and so completely underwhelmed at the same time?
So it's quiet, because I'm working on fixing these things. I'm working on me and finding my calling, my purpose. I want to be more, I need to be more, for my sweet son.