I thought I had my life all figured out. Since I was twelve years old, all I ever wanted to do was be an attorney — and my dream came true. But after years of hard work as a trial attorney (and later as a judge), I was able to take early retirement at fifty years old. It sounded like another dream: freedom from the 9 to 5 grind, space to breathe, time to finally do all the things I had put off doing. But once the celebrations faded and the routine settled in, an unexpected restlessness began to surface in my soul.
What do you do when the plans you carefully mapped out don’t fill the space in your soul?
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