We drove West from Indiana- headed to Washington for my husband's new job.  We picked up the puppy he got me for my birthday in Sandpoint, Idaho- an hour and a half from our final destination.  It was a gorgeous beginning.

And now we're a few months in, and I'm wondering how I fit into the whole thing.  What will my vocation in this new place be?  It all gets very existential very quickly.  Do I have a purpose?  Within this context?  And then existentialism creeps into anxiety...do I fit here...will I feel at home at some point...am I doing alright?

So, I have decided to start exercising some of those feelings outwards- hoping to develop a habit of writing, thereby righting my course and getting a little closer to self-actualization and who I am meant to be.  It isn't supposed to sound so self-indulgent.  Rather, it's supposed to carry a tone of earnest self-discovery and thoughtfulness- I apologize for any unwanted by-products.  

And your role?  Read, comment, call me out, recommend books and movies and personal experiences that have moved you towards your true self.  No man is an island, and this girl can use all the community I can get.