I house sat in Marin County for two and a half weeks with Beth. We knew that May would be a big month for us, as it was our third month in the Bay Area and we were still on the midst of big change. I was determined to figure it all out for the next stage of my life as I had recently completed my graduate degree, gave up everything on the East coast and arrived West with my arms open wide.

We completed our visit after two and a half weeks of nothing working out like I had hoped - the retreat time didn’t pan out, I worked less than I had hoped, and I wasn’t making any clear progress on an answer to what to passionately focus on for the next decade, let alone few years.

I was disappointed as we left on a Tuesday morning. Later that morning. in opening my journal to write, I spontaneously ‘got’ my life, what it had been about, the patterns, the dreams, the focal points, the ‘failures’. I saw the strand that wove through all my life. There had been gifts during those two weeks in Marin. I laughed, as “who I was” had been right under my nose and reflected in my frustrated questioning.

The epiphanies are wonderful and bring me meaning and clarity, yet there is ever the question of how to be in the world, lined up with that clarity. It’s exciting.