So what do I want to be when I grow up? The questions was posed in a comic strip by a working mother who looked around at the mess of her life and replied, "Not this."
I agree. Not this. On so many levels. But I'm stuck at a limiting step. I will not, can not, progress until I make one critical decision.
I'm sitting at a fork in the road, hearing stories about the wonders down each path. All the great possibilities ahead. But I can't make that one choice which will release me to motion. To action. To commitment. To being.
I cannot be, until I am.
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