I had my share of breakthroughs and heartbreaks over this past year, everything from reaching new heights to the depths of despair when a dear friend lost her son. Memorable vacations and feeling like my purpose has run under the bridge and disappeared down the river of life.
Where has the passion gone? This question tumbled through my mind like a dried out tumbleweed blown by the desert winds. My mind has become a dry place, and I had to dust off the cobwebs gathering in the corner.Why does this happen from time to time? I’m sailing along life’s highway at a good clip, and I hit a brick wall at ninety miles an hour.