Sitting here in a coffee shop thinking out loud, thinking of where I am in life, what I have done, but more importantly what I still want to do.
I find myself searching within for the point in life where I feel satisfied, it’s not there, not for me. Is it wrong to want more? Is it wrong to not be satisfied with ones present state or situation?
At 52 I still am quite confident that I can do anything and everything I have always wanted to, is that not the right way to feel, I don’t know.
There is boundless adventure out there I know it and I was meant to be a part of it, I am just unsure of how to actually partake. It kind of reminds me of my much younger days when I would see other kids jumping rope (double dutch) and there was always that one kid trying to figure out when to jump in an enjoy.
To explain this feeling of wanting adventure, wanting a change is not easy for me which is another struggle since I am so very transparent. However, I know I was meant for bigger things, greater things I can feel it. How do I connect to it though?
Is it a matter of making change in what I would say it my normal routine? Is it reading a new book, cutting my hair, learning a language, or simply going on an adventure?
Interesting times when you have the world in your hands but are unsure what to do with?