What now?

So, what now? How often do we ask that question? For life? For work? For love? For faith? In excitement – in frustration – with anxiety – with joy – in anticipation – in wonderment? What is our disposition when we ask such a thing?

I find myself at this point, once again. So, what now? No bad, mind you, but a bit anxiety producing. It is through the struggle that the most precious… most worthwhile… most significant is realized. Unless, of course, we let it stymie us into inaction – we are stuck and can’t move forward. So, what now?

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