Wandering

I feel like I’m wandering.

Just existing with no real purpose.

And it feels bad.

Feels like I’m wasting the life that Father God gave me.

Feel like I’m wasting the talent

The gifts, the skills…

But the truth is

Last year

I was

Wandering

Aimlessly

I had a job title

A role

A description

An email signature

A to do list that never seemed to end

Calls to make

Meetings to have

But mentally

I don’t know if I was there

Mentally

I was wandering

Wondering if this was all there was to life

Examining whether I was passionate about this

Knowing that this was not what 100% looked like

Knowing this wasn’t what I wanted my life to be

And I was wandering onto a path I didn’t want to be on

I wonder if it’s better

This way

It might not look like it

Look like the better way

But it feels more honest.