I’m in a timid place right now. At this moment, I don’t feel a whole lot of daring.  I don’t know if I have the chutzpah to do anything more than just bumble along.  Not feeling too visionary right now. I’m not on fire about any goals or anything.  I haven’t decided if I’m okay with this or annoyed with this. Up until this past year, I think I’ve always been chasing after something, some goal, some dream, something.  I was productive—or at least I FELT productive. This past year, I’ve kind of loafed around. It’s been nice, but I feel vaguely guilty about it—like I’m wasting time—but I don’t have any goals in the works—other than “keep the kids alive” but they are pretty autonomous now, so I don’t have to work too hard at that, really.