"ARE YOU READY" nope...not yet...nada...no way... and I'm hard pressed with wonder and exasperation about what I'm going to do about it. Why is it about what I still want to do than rather who I am? I am selfish.

I hate that I'm so anxious about going home. I'm starting already, building the ideal conversations in my head, the Kodak moments that probably won't ever happen. I'm tired of regreting so maybe I'll just ....breathe ...Maybe it's one more difficult time that will shape who I become...and in that ...let my spirit be shaped...

I've been reading a chapter a night of this book...last night's question kept me up a bit...have we lost our sense of wonder?

Guess I've procrastinated work enough tonight best get to it.