I can reconcile some of Rick Warren’s teachings with something I’ve been holding on to since I read it in Eat Pray Love:  I was never not coming here.

The author in that book says that in response to a friend she met in Bali.  Her friend says something to the effect of, “What would I had done if you hadn’t come here?!”  To which she wrote, I was never not coming here.

That stuck with me, especially in the wake of all of this self-searching, wondering where to take my life.  I was never not coming here. Life is not an accident, I’m not suddenly filled with ideas and dreams to just think and write about them.  Things are suddenly becoming clearer for a reason.

I was always coming here.