What's it all about?

Now is the time on HiC when we unpack and reflect, 6 months later. It's time for a new mission statement, a new plan. This thing (me) is going somewhere. If I were 14 I'd probably feel the need to change my hair color. Hm, except I did that at age 24 too, so I'm still a teenager inside.

You all remember the angst of deciding to come home from Cambodia, followed by the euphoria of nest re-entrance. It was a trying time, one I passed through in a daze, so only now do I recognize the tryingness of it. Tryingness is not a word - maybe confusion works as well. 

I often say (complain) that my life has "gotten smaller." I feel overwhelmed with evidence that I don't know as many people as I used to, I make fewer plans, move around in smaller and smaller circles of habit, and explore less. I feel lame. This has been a recurring theme since I moved home, which, HELLO, makes a ton of sense. This shrinking is in direct opposition to the standing atop a waterfall, endless potential before me feeling I had at 18, at 21. That has been elusive for years. 

I am going to reverse this trend, recapture the accelerating expansion sensation, jump.