Fellow Hedgebrook alumna Ann Hedreen wrote a terrific blog post on an essential, and essentially terrifying, existential question, posed on the back of a women’s room stall door: What are you living for?
Here’s Ann’s opening. I was hooked:
Scrawled in fat black Sharpie script on the inside door of a blue bathroom stall at Kane Hall on the University of Washington campus: What are you living for?
My first reaction was to laugh: a sort of nervous-recognition laugh. It’s been a rough week for me, big-question-wise.
Then I thought, as I sat: OK, how would I answer that in one word or less? What am I living for?
God? No. I wish, but it wouldn’t be honest. I am a seeker, but a highly distractible one.
Love? Yes, but—well, that’s always it with love, isn’t it? Yes, but.
Meaning, I thought. That’s it. That’s what I am living for: meaning.