I can feel it—there’s a brighter, happier life out there just waiting for me, beckoning me to leave this one behind. But the unknown is terrifying, and so I stay stuck, clinging to what’s familiar even though it’s slowly drowning me. It’s like this new life has been waving its arms frantically, trying to get my attention. It’s begging me to let go of certain people who are dragging me down, to kick those bad habits to the curb, to take bigger, bolder steps, and to make choices that actually serve me. I know the direction I should be heading, but instead, I’m either gazing wistfully at the past or taking hesitant steps down the wrong path. I’m standing here at this fork in the road, my feet buried in the mud of my old life. And even though there are hands reaching out to help me, I ignore them, choosing the torment I know over the possibility of something better. Why do I do this to myself? How have I become so comfortable in the pain and stillness of this old life? Help me, God! I’m si...
Just trying to figure myself out….feelings all over the place, but keeps life pretty interesting!