The prize changes, far too often. Or, at least it feels that way.
Sometimes when I wake up I feel as if I know exactly what I should do and say… and more importantly, exactly who I am and who I am to serve.
And the thing is… this is becoming increasingly more rare.
I wake up more often unsure of what I should be doing (there’s a near-infinite # of options… or pressures, rather) and even more unsure of who I am.
My wife says that I’m having an existential crisis… this is probably true.
But, I continue to rise every single day so that I can do what I am supposed to do. It’s the least that I can do.