I’ve been feeling like something is missing for awhile. I keep thinking about Maya Angelou’s poem, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings." I keep thinking about a voice without a song, a rainbow without a sky, a river without a reflection. It’s like, something is there, but it’s missing something at the same time. Or it’s there, but it’s missing its amplifier to be heard. It has to be something small and simple, because all of the major things are in place. Blessed with an awesome God, a loving boyfriend, a sweet dog, a few incredible best friends, time to go to school and so much more. It’s something inside of me that’s caged and waiting to come out. It feels like a song but there is no music so it’s just stuck there waiting. What is it? What is this passion inside that burns but has no outlet to feed upon? I think that’s the difficult part, finding out what it is…all the searching that’s involved. You know it’s there, it’s always been there, but time is running out and so is patience. Reveal yourself.