Choking on my words
I have so many things to say. SO many, it's like I can't even write them anymore. All these ideas, feelings, emotions, but I find it so hard to write anything at all. I'm at a place where I feel like I am treading furiously just to keep my head above water. Even though that's not true. Many people have been there to help me out, and assist me. I'm ridiculously blessed. I'm not on the street. I'm not in any danger of that happening. I try to tamp down the fear inside me. I try to ignore the exhaustion. I pray and visualize and affirm. Sometimes I feel like I am climbing my way back up. But back up from where? I'm not sure where I have been or what I have done with my life. Everything I own is in two suitcases and a carry on. What have I built? Created? Started? Completed?
I believe as a counselor I have helped several people. They've told me so, and that is immensely rewarding. Sadly, I found my passion, but I can't afford to do the work. At least not for now. Maybe that is the true source of my recent malaise. So the question is: How to spend at least some of my time doing what I'm passionate about?
I believe as a counselor I have helped several people. They've told me so, and that is immensely rewarding. Sadly, I found my passion, but I can't afford to do the work. At least not for now. Maybe that is the true source of my recent malaise. So the question is: How to spend at least some of my time doing what I'm passionate about?