Over the last week I have been thinking about the question, what makes me come alive? I remember some years ago we lived in a small country town and I went to a writers’ group. The group was made up of many people who lived alternative lifestyles. I was the only the Christian. They were an amazing honest bunch of people. They didn’t pretend to have life worked out and they didn’t pretend to be something they weren’t. I would go home from their meetings, which were on Saturdays, feeling incredibly alive. The next day I would go to church and find that the people there seemed plastic in comparison (and probably I was adding to the plastic–ness as much as anyone).

The second thing I thought about that makes me feel alive is going to work, though not to the same extent. Currently I am doing some casual work at some public libraries. It is the interaction with people that makes me feel alive.

The third thing that can make me feel alive is writing which is probably to do with using my giftedness.

So I have come up with three things that make me feel alive: honesty, interaction with people and using my gifts.