staring out the window
I have stared out this window for a long time. Some days I see the mountains, some days I don’t, but I can’t help but feel like there is something waiting for me. A destiny all ready, waiting for me to come alive. What will that look like? Is there something I was meant to do? Even if I know what it is, how do you start to pursue it? How do you begin the process of one day finding yourself doing what you’ve always thought you are supposed to. How do you put to death the every day, and find the extraordinary? Maybe the answer lies somewhere in the crossover. By doing the every day, the mundane, it becomes extraordinary due to cumulative effect over time. Pursuing your calling is huge, earth shattering even. It can change everything, and should.
How do you put your old life behind and pick up this rough, unhewn piece of purpose? How do you do this when you have a family, financial obligations, a mortgage, etc? It shouldn’t stop you and it can be done, but my question is how?
