I am lucky enough to know what my life's purpose is. I am unlucky enough to be unclear about what the path of execution is. Lately, I've been immobilized by the lack of clarity, unwilling to stumble around in the dark. Instead I sit, waiting for an epiphany.
I know that the best way to get out of this funk is to move, regardless of whether it's forward or sideways. That in this case, stillness is not the best choice. I'll spend energy either way. It might as well be from the act of seeking than the act of denying.