“Not all who wander are lost”…

…this is what some say, but I am. Lost. I am just a lost soul wandering this earth searching for my meaning, my purpose. Why am I here? Am I living the life I was sent here to live? Or have I failed myself and who I could've been? I’ve spent many nights lying awake with thoughts such as these swarming my mind.

I grew up with a family that loves and supports me. What more could a kid ask for? My parents are there for me when I need them. My siblings, although annoying at times, were life’s built-in friends to me. Yet with all this love and support around me I still somehow felt like something was missing from my life.

I’m married. Happily. My husband is a sweet, caring, beautiful soul. As a child, I would try to imagine the man I would one day be blessed to spend the rest of my life with, but even my wild imagination couldn’t create the man who lies beside each night. When he holds me in his arms I know that I am safe. But there is still something more that I need.

I had a job. The start of what could’ve been a wonderful career. I enjoyed what I was doing, but it never seemed to fit right. I felt as though I was living a lie. Was this what I wanted to be doing every day that I was lucky enough to be on this earth? I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. So I quit. Suddenly. Selfishly.

And so here I am. Wandering along with all the other Lost Wanderers in hopes that I maybe I’ll be found.