There seems to be an underlying feeling in my daily journey that I can’t quite put my finger on. Is it the feeling of running out of time? Or of not connecting deeply enough on a daily basis? Am I truly living a life of fulfillment and desire? These questions often feel too big to say out loud, to ask. Perhaps it’s the saying out loud that is the reckoning of truly understanding what lies beneath. Or am I willing to believe that “ignorance is bliss”?
Some days I forget to look around, to listen, to see, to smell, too hear. Even now, I have just noticed the birds outside my window. Just now, I see the trees swaying in the wind.
Today is better than my past. Today is more honest and truthful, authentic and magnetic than it ever has been. Today as I write those words I know I have succeeded and that who I am and what I say matters. Today I know that to own my voice is one of the greatest gifts I have. Today is allow myself to be a work in progress.
A work in progress. A beautiful, shining work in progress. MMMmmmm. That brings a smile, makes me sit a little taller and now I as re-read that first sentence I wrote, I am more forgiving.