A life's Journey

Yet another year is preparing to close the door to the most recent chapter of this book of life. All I can do is wonder, how do we really pass our time? The years go faster, the hours become days, weeks then months have disappeared in our rearview mirror without much awareness of where our precious moments have gone. My moments are so precious. There's never enough time, but why do I continue to let it pass so absent mindedly? Without intention and purpose, it just fades into history.  I was reminded in an abrupt jolt having lost yet another family member unexpectedly. Death is waiting for all of us. It's the one truth I know about life. I've had so many of these reminders, yet I fall victim to the fleeting hours of the days and the "normal" routine that I too forget to stand fully present in the moments, the memories that will soon be forgotten and the meaning behind this one and only life. It was supposed to be the year. I'd started making some shifts, got

I feel complete and utter dread at the moment. It has taken me almost a year to put words to this and months since I made a promise in front of a room full of people that I wouldn’t chicken out on sharing this. I can’t be a hypocrite. I expect others to be courageous. Lead effectively, authentically and deliberately. But I’ve still been hiding out. Scared even. Feeling sort of like nothing good can come from this, sky is falling, walls are closing in, lungs are collapsing…. kind of like how I imagine I would feel walking into a crowd of people with your skirt tucked into your underwear and no one telling you for at least 10 steps into the crowded room (of course, this hypothetical room is filled with highly eligible bachelors too. Just my luck)! Okay, enough make-believe, you get the point. I’m incredibly uncomfortable. And if I had a bunch of money I would bet that I will be seething with embarrassment if I post... when I post this. Now I am even more uncomfortable because now I just