My life is like a roller coaster -- with ups, downs, and plenty of curves and bumps along the way. I am sure that others feel the same way about theirs, but mine seems to be the type that I try to avoid at amusement parks. There is nothing amusing about being thrown and jerked around -- it just leads to dizziness, confusion, and one royal headache. I crave stability; knowing where I stand in all facets of my life each and every day. Perhaps that is a little naive, but part of me thinks that this could be achievable. Don't get me wrong -- I understand where my path leads in certain respects, but in other areas I am just lost and waiting for my coaster car to check back into the station so I can try to find my way again. I am constantly seeking my purpose, both personally, and what it is supposed to be for others. Other than my kids, that is. (That's obvious.)
When a part is missing from the whole, the foundation upon which it sits is compromised. Until it is found, what remains lies on shaky ground waiting for the piece to return, so stability can be restored. This certainly seems to be true when it comes to me. Therefore, I shall try to be strong until that elusive piece named "purpose" finds me and starts taking control of my life. I will challenge myself to remain patient and uplifted until that day comes.
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