So one of the things that I am enjoying is listening to my heart.
This is not as easy as it sounds. It seems like the older I get, the more aware I am of the things that I think I should do or should have done or should plan to do… and on and on and on it goes. With all these noises in my head, it is really a pleasure when I can hear the little voice that expresses my true desires. It’s an even greater pleasure when I can do the things that I really want to do.
Lately, it’s taken courage to sit down and write. I am acutely aware of how important it is to me that I do this. I have been vocal about sharing my dream – and it’s scary because now people know! And what’s worse is that I am afraid that I will fail – and when people as me about the dream, I won’t be able to say much. But on the other side of this courage and fear is true satisfaction. I know that writing fills a space in my soul that needs these words and this imagination to be ignited. It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest, for me to admit this so publicly. But I am so proud of myself because I feel like my soul is stretching. And with every lengthening of these crouched muscles, I move closer and closer to uncovering who I really am.