ponderings

At 25 I feel like (hope) I'm past the worst of the twentysomething growing pains. I remember those first months after graduation feeling completely out of my league in this grown up world. I don't necessarily have things figured out yet, but I'm definitely more comfortable with who I am.

I was reading from Donald Miller's Through Painted Deserts last night—it's one of those books that I keep by the bed and read in snippets before I fall asleep—and I liked this passage:

"It's interesting how you sometimes have to leave home before you can ask difficult questions, how the questions never come up in the room you grew up in, in the town in which you were born. It's funny how you can't ask difficult questions in a familiar place, how you have to stand back a few feet and see things in a new way before you realize nothing that is happening to you is normal."

If you know me, you know I love to ask questions. But if you know me, you also know that I can be really good at avoiding the most obvious questions of myself. I guess this makes me wonder what in my life I should be questioning right now...