ately I’ve been feeling something I can only describe as torn apart. For no special reason, life seems extraordinarily overwhelming and chaotic at present when in reality, nothing has changed, and everything is running smoothly and consistently on the outside. No tidal waves, no earthquakes, not even a big storm. To be honest, my life has never had this much built in routine and structure – something I never allowed to form but always envisioned would offer an immense amount of peace and purpose. And there it is, that bad, bad word. Purpose. In all this brain and gut salad that I am gnawing on at the moment, the common cure I am relentlessly fantasizing about is A, My, The purpose.