Over the last month or so, my head has been a big mess of ideas and revelations and questions. I've been doing a bit of writing, not as much as I'd like, but I just haven't felt inspired to blog. I'm waiting for everything to settle again, so I can see with more clarity. I feel like I'm in this really strange place at the moment, moving out of the baby-growing years, while a lot of my friends from school and uni are just starting out on their parenthood adventures. And yet, I'm not free to get stuck into the next stage of my life, whatever that will entail. I guess I'm searching for some purpose or meaning, and trying to pin down all these swirling ideas. I keep dwelling on this quotation from Parker J. Palmer:
"Vocation does not mean a goal that I pursue. It means a calling that I hear. Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am. I must listen for the truths and values at the heart of my own identity, not the standards by which I must live - but the standards by which I cannot help but live if I am living my own life."