So I started my new book project yesterday. Just like that. No pressure and no coaxing. The words just flowed and I kept writing. I am completely at peace with the process and I amazed myself.
Given my angst about real life romance, I suppose there is a lesson to be learned here. If it’s meant to be, it will be. Everything has it’s time. The right thing for you will find you at the right time. What you seek is seeking you. There’s so many common expressions and platitudes about timing and patience and letting things come as they will.
I guess I am so used to working hard and getting shit done that I expect everything to be a hardship and when it is not, I am shocked. I mean, it’s like an event!
But I am beginning to see that life has a rhythm that I only have to tune into… Or maybe it’s just a mindshift that I am experiencing… either way, I am not having as hard a time setting my intentions and following through. It’s really lovely not to struggle. Even better to keep promises to myself especially on word counts!
I am starting over a new book project but it feels like it’s the beginning of everything I have ever wanted to do and be.