I’m a series of contradictions for the most part. It’s sometimes hard to make sense of all my opposing thoughts and beliefs. My catch phrase for a bulk of my life has been ‘the world of jill is a crazy place’. I’m the black sheep of my family and grew up feeling very misunderstood and not quite good enough. It’s taken years to come to a place of self-acceptance and to start trusting my own guidance. Sometimes I feel I’m really in touch with myself and my growth, yet I seem to be easily distracted. I was reading through some old journal entries and see a pattern of growth spurts, followed by extended periods of silence. I’ve been seeking ‘my purpose’ all my life and it’s profoundly disturbing to me that I can’t figure out exactly what I’m meant to do with myself. So, I keep meandering, hoping that I’ll stumble on my purpose and praying I’ll be able to recognize it when I do.