This is probably a repeat of an old post, but I guess I just need to write it again.
I feel like something is missing. There is this disconnect, void, in my life that needs to be filled. I don’t know what it’s suppose to be filled by. God? Myself? Someone Else? Something else?
I guess I’m hoping to have this amazing epiphany where I go “OH, THAT’S WHAT I’M SUPPOSE TO DO/BE/BECOME/GO TO”
Forty is looming ahead of me, and perhaps it’s a bigger deal then I thought it would be.