This beach is beautiful, but I find I'm sitting for hours trying to decide what to think about. Who to think about.

And I have so many questions.

So I sit and admire God's handiwork and thank Him for his vastness and apologize for my selfishness and wish I could be more like He created me to be and wonder what I'm supposed to do next and what my calling is and where I belong, where I fit.
This time is so full of questions and loneliness and fear... and a sincere desire to cop out and work for Olan Mills or something.