I've lived the last few years of my life in some sort of fog. I got in with what I thought was the "right" crowd, who turned out to be so very much the wrong crowd. With the help of my friends and others, I think I've finally woken up from the fog. When I think about it tho, it kind of makes me sad. There are four years gone that I can never get back.

My mentor, a very wise and wonderful woman, gave me some homework the last time we got together. The first? Find a church. (Churches were places I admired from afar, and attended when I was asked to. i.e., baptisms, weddings, funerals, etc.) The second? Find my passion. I do freelance graphic design work. But is that what I really want to do?

So, she suggested a church. It's not your traditional church at all. There's a "rock" band, the pastor wears jeans, there's no singing of hymns...and it's not preachy. But boy, does the message get across.

Being the person I am (meaning, I don't like walking into things I don't already know the answers to), I watched a few of their services online. I poked around their website to try to get a feeling of what and who this place is. And this morning I went to church. For the first time in ... years, I went to church. And I really liked it.

The scary part? The coincidental part? The message for today: what is your passion? I told you my mentor was very wise.

So hence begins my mission. In addition to trying to figure out how, and if, the church fits into my life, I will be searching for my passion. I used to think it was teaching music. Notw I'm designing. Maybe there's something else out there for me. Maybe I've already found it. Maybe this is where I'm supposed to be right now. I guess it's time to find out.

"Right here, right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be" ~ Bon Jovi