As the father and his young adult daughter sat down to talk, she tried to express what she was going through, saying:

I’m so confused about who I am and where I’m going in life. When I was a child, life seemed simpler. Now my friendships seem to come and go. The dreams I had for my career haven’t been working out the way I hoped. I look inside and ask myself who I really am, but I’m not so sure anymore. I search my heart to try and discover what my passions are and where I should go next in life, but there, too, it all feels hazy and uncertain.

There’s a cacophony of identity discussions blowing up my newsfeeds. People are passionate about peeing; this isn’t one of those blogs, but I have done some serious thinking this week about identity.