I’ve sat here today knowing that I have no choice but to get ready, and finding a place of resolve to get me to a point that I can actually allow myself to be the PASSENGER in my son’s life leaves me free falling. It will be the first time in our lives together that I will truly have to relinquish control, and that dear readers is something that frightens me beyond words.
What is your ikigai?
You’re probably scratching your head and asking yourself, “What is my What?” That’s perfectly okay, and totally understandable. I stumbled across this word doing some research for this blog, and it fascinated me. The word is derived all the way to the beautiful sandy islands of Okinawa, in the East China Sea. According to the Okinawa…