My passion was born through a personal crisis. A midlife crisis.
As I approached my 50th birthday, the realization I had more years behind me than ahead woke me up from my autopilot daze.
My psyche was in turmoil.
All of life’s big questions and fears pummeled me like an avalanche of rubble.
- What is the meaning of my life?
- What have I achieved?
- Who do I want to be?
- What defines me?
- How do I find out?
Everything that once felt safe, secure, and acceptable for my life began to feel all wrong. I had a deep longing for something I couldn’t name, a restlessness to find something that felt authentic and real.
During that period of time, I kept a stream of consciousness journal. I’d write whatever came to my mind without awareness of the content until I read it a few days after I wrote it.
On one perfectly normal day, this sentence came out of my head and onto the page: (more…)