Untangling power and submission

Photo by Josh Eckstein on Unsplash

It seems that I usually find the trail of breadcrumbs leading to my destination after I’ve already arrived. Oddly, something about that is comforting. Maybe because mostly, it seems we are bumbling through this life, and that feels terrifying to me. I like to think that purpose exists even when the journey seems random. Somehow the idea that there is an unconscious tapestry weaving its way through my life offers hope. Even if it is…