I've been thinking about all the different "hats" I wear in my life lately. It seems the list is continually growing.
- youth leader
- dog owner
- church member
- house owner
- LOST fanatic...and on...and on...
n ourselves into panic attacks, stomach ulcers, and heart attacks? Isn't it crazy the amount of questions I've asked in this paragraph?
Enough pondering...time for some action. I was reading my friend Ann's blog today and she told a story about how she has slowed down her mornings and found a treasure of a friendship within her eased steps. This real life illustration showed me why my own life sometimes feels aimless. I fall into this pattern of more responsibility, projects, and activities will give my life the direction it needs and a solid 401K and financial plan is going to get me to the ultimate goal of relaxing in retirement. I become desperate to find my purpose in busy hands that I miss the real reason I'm here...