Some days are perfect.
And then there are days when all I'm doing is treading water, expending crazy amounts of energy just to keep my chin above the surface.
I'd like to be diving, slicing through ocean, propelling toward some unseen destination on the far horizon.
And I can't ever decide if the thing to be gleaned here is contentment in the treading...because I really do recognize that as far as treading water goes, I'm pretty lucky. I'm planted in the most beautiful phase of life. Or is it that I have these driving passions because God intends that I do something with them?
I know, I know. Same old internal struggle, different Tuesday. But it's where I'm at today, so there you go.
13 hours ago