In Regards to Purpose...

I feel like a giant bubble that couldn't possibly expand one millimeter more before I POP. That's how ready I feel-or maybe how ready I want to feel- to write the book I know I'm here to write. And yet, the "Great Comedienne," this God, Gus, or Universe, continues to blow and fill me with more-more what? More practice? More wisdom? More patience? More...lessons? She seems to trust the bubble much more than I, aware of just how much this membrane can sustain, and then releasing...just in the nick of time-for her to inhale and for me to get to work. The work of becoming whoever it is I need to be to pop this damn balloon.