I have this itch, the itch to move. To travel. To do something meaningful with my life.
I'm so scared to set up roots, to make a home, to have a routine.
I'm scared because as of late, every morning I wake up and the day involves completely around myself and my little family. I am doing very little outreach to others and it really bothers me.
I'm getting over the fact that you don't have to be a full blown missionary overseas to live for God, but...I still feel the need to go...somewhere.
Maybe it's the gypsy in my blood, maybe it's the fact that I just don't want to grow up.
I'm pretty terrified, because all of a sudden my life is in fast forward and I cannot keep up.
I want my life to count. I want to do more than just survive...but every night I crawl into bed and realize that the day flew by and I didn't even realize it.
Today I realized...really realized that Barclay is 6 months old! That is pretty old! In my head, he's just 3 months at the most.
I just feel like everything is out of control.