I’ve been stalled in a “figure-it-out” mode for the past 6 months. I heard the Voice, let down my independence long enough to listen, and struggled into a state of believing. And ever since I believed I’ve been holding my breath…not in awe or anticipation, but in confused bewilderment. I tried to figure out the next step, the next goal, the next thing that would make me feel like my life was moving toward the promises the Voice whispered about. And now, after 6 months, I’m out of breath and tired of it all. I just want to be. Whatever I am now, wherever my life sits at this moment, I will sit down under the castles in the clouds and re-learn how to breath, and hope that eventually life will be as natural to me as the coming and going of a wave.