Scrolling aimlessly through Facebook one day I come across the above. Elizabeth Gilbert is one of my most favorite people ever and she never stops talking to me. That is how I feel about her. I know that she is not specifically talking to me but it almost always feels like she is. I read the passage and then I read it about 10 more times and then I started to feel sick. My stomach was upset and I was sweating with tingly fingers. I know this feeling. It’s anxiety. This article hit me hard. It is my truth, I know that. I have been trying to figure out a way to live the life of my dreams for a long time now but I just can’t seem to do it. I have no plan B. I only have this one job, that pays the bills but is certainly not feeding my soul. My longing for a different kind of life is so palpable that it consumes almost every thought I have all day long. It has become a living thing as far as I’m concerned. It’s a part of me. Almost the biggest part of me at this point. I made a plea to God this morning to open a door or give me a sign to show me what to do because I honestly don’t know. I’m scared that I’ll die without every having had the chance to live my dream. I don’t want that. I don’t want to look at God and say I know , I know, it was right there and I did nothing with it. I am certain about just a few things in my life, all else is a “Not This”. God gave me three very deep passions which when I am doing them I am at peace. I just can’t ask for anything more then that. To do what I love and be at peace in my life. Shouldn’t we all be able to live that way? It sounds so easy but we all know that it’s not.