chickens

So I'm fairly convinced that the right answer to the question, "which comes first, the chicken or the egg," is "chicken." Because seems to make sense to me that God would have created an actual animal rather than start with the egg. But what do I know.

Actually, what I do know is that my life is chock full of eggs right now and not a lot of fully grown chickens. Lots of possibilities but very few actualities. Many pieces of a puzzle but not the picture. Lots of almost ripe fruit but no pie. I like pie. But I have to wait. Something is growing in the very inside of me that is not done yet.

I have plenty of pressure coming from myself to deal with all of this, but it gets tougher when the pressure comes from outside. Well-meaning people in my life have fair expectations for me to have concrete answers to what my plans are for my life, but things change when they aren't as comfortable with my lack of answers as I am.

A wise person told me once that when this happens I should remind the person I'm talking with that last thing anyone knew is that it takes about 9 months for a human being to form in the womb, so they should check in with me after a while to find out how my own inner self is doing.

Well, my inner self is moving and growing and so are my housing, social and vocational realities. There are so many things up in the air that I couldn't even tell anyone what continent I might be on in the near future. But the biggest thing I'm realizing right now is that just because there are hopes and dreams and possibly plans doesn't mean that the waiting is over. Lots of eggs... bring on the chickens!