Just...do.

More than ever, I have had an itch to do something for me. Not in the selfish sort of sense of wanting to gain something profitable. No, it's something so much more. I want to find an inner peace within me, knowledge of who I am and for what purpose. I have long been inspired by my life and with promises and verses and books; I've past my expiration date. It is time for me to discover unselfishly just what and who and for why that...I am. By helping people in 3rd world countries, feeding the homeless, praying with people who have lost all hope, I can then find what I am good at and not so good at, unselfishly. At the same time, it's in workmanship we find the true meaning of life.
Life. That word brings to mind a set list of chores, outlines with dates and times, and especially sticky notes of what I need to get done. I have reached the realization that I just...can't. I can't live to my full potential until I make a promise with myself to just...do. To just commit wholeheartedly to a cause and go. Life isn't a checklist you can scratch away things from. It's a call to action via inspiration.
Despite not knowing what to expect, that's where the adventure sets it. To find you is finding you in all sorts of situations, being helpful in making a difference in the lives of others, and leaving something much more than a reputation and income behind.

I am inspired. I am inspired to actually start doing and ceasing the visions. I am an inspired dreamer, but I want to be a doer. I am inspired to make a difference in my community, heck, in my world one day at a time. I want to find God in the work I'll have serving others.

I think this empty life of checklists, schedules, and packed events has finally taught me something: living is not planned. Living is waking up with a smile on your face knowing today will be another opportunity to make an impact, live your dream, and do what you love.

Trial by error. Lesson learned.