Last night...

I did some good thinking about where I am and what I'm doing these days. It seems that the comfort zone of American life that I've been conditioned to understand as right is a steady job with all that seems practical wrapped up nicely in that package. There's nothing wrong with that, but at the same time I resist it. In this resistance, I struggle to be good with where I'm at, tending to look to the next opportunity. Also in that resistance is fear and hesitation to explore the unkown. The unknown being anything from juggling several part time jobs, pursuing amateur filmmaking, to becoming a student again. I am praying for the strength to go out on a limb in some capacity and trust that I am the maker of my comfort zone.