Sometimes in life, the hardest thing to do is to look deep within ourselves to find the answers to some of life's dilemmas. It can expose a great sense of vulnerability when we decide to peel away each layer of ourselves and delve into the good, the bad, and the ugly of our own existence. The ability to share these emotions is a gift that not many of us possess. Those that are not blessed with this gift may never feel the relief that accompanies the purging and release of letting go of the baggage of past life's experiences. As in any book, you have to complete and close one chapter before you can open and enjoy the next one. So with that being said, I ask...when your book of life ends, will there be many open-ended unfinished chapters or will it flow like a great novel of experiences and journeys that were uncovered when you looked "In the Midst of Me"?