Ever catch a fleeting glimpse of yourself – the real self – like a flash of lightning? In an instant you see a picture of what who you could be, but in that same instant it’s gone. You grasp at it. Futile. Those moments can be frustrating, but I’m learning if I settle into the unrest of the moment, the flash will come again. It will stay moments longer. The more I give myself to being in the stillness of the chaos; those flashes turn to steady-staying light, and I can focus on the forming me. Then comes that moment. You know the one. It’s the AHA! moment of the soul. The moment you realize, “this is who I really am! Why have I been hiding?” Some days are harder than others. Some days are drudgery. You make yourself push through the foggy unclear. And some days you just have to crash your own life. I do mean literally.