Later this week I’m starting a class at one of the five churches I can’t commit to. It’ll be a seven dollar investment in “finding and feeding what my soul is hungry for”.

One of the reasons I’m so non-committal to everything is the fact that I’m so discontent with my life. I’ll never be ready to commit to anything until I’m content with the circumstances surrounding it.

There is more to life than I know. And I don’t know how to experience it. But I know it’s there, so I get really frustrated with my inability to grasp on to it.

So needless to say, I have high expectations for this class. I hope it’s not lame.