Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
It's from a poem called "Summer Day" by Mary Oliver, and it speaks to me. This could be the theme for my life, really. It is a constant question, one that soothes me and one that causes me to struggle. I am grateful to have it mostly answered, to feel grounded in what I am doing right now. So far, despite some bumps and bruises along the way, I wouldn't have chosen a different path. For me, the struggle comes when I think about what comes next, knowing that one day, far sooner than I would like, my life will change. Part of me knows that things will fall into place, life will sort itself out, and I will be ready. The other part of me worries, sometimes, that I won't be able to manage it all, that I won't be able to answer this oh-so-important question quite so easily.
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