I’ve written about this before, but these past handful of months require my iterating again…How did I get here?? 

A friend told me that I always have to understand things. I ask questions because I am naturally pulled into a backstory that does not exist.  I like details.

I am an arm’s reach away from earning my Master’s degree in Communications.  I am in love with the most amazing and perfectly-compatible person I could ever find in this world.  I experience joy in the mundane and get shaken up when words fail me and emotions take over.  I allow emotions to take over.  How did I get here??

When I think about my life – my core being - when I first started this blog, it’s boggling to think how much I’ve changed, how much people change in general in a mere few years.  What is it in our existence that instinctively transforms?  What is it in us that begs to be improved, made better, made more whole and more giving to others?  I think this progression happens to all of us.  Some are attentive to it and nurture it along.  Some ignore what’s happening inside and miss out on an almost out-of-body experience during which they find out we all have a potential to do something special with our lives.

I don’t necessarily need an answer to my former question How did I get here?  I am here and that is that.  But, now what? 

(What do I do with my Master’s?  What can I contribute to others and to this society?  How can I maintain my sense of awe in the life spread before me?  How else will I change? …)