Sometimes you wake up.
Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
One never knows where inspiration comes. All true turning points come unexpectedly. It’s uncanny how one can feel life beginning to fill them again when they have been living all along. Sleepwalking through one’s days allows breath, but yet not a truly living human being. I feel a time of flourishing ahead: a time of thriving. I am grateful beyond words for the arrival of a course altering epiphany.
And so, motivation of a sort likely never felt before has come upon me. All it took was for some of the shadow on my heart to be removed. The light that fills the shadow comes from allowing myself to open to love again. How amazing what a gift that possibility alone can give one.
Off to work some more on the romance novel I began about a week ago… Stay tuned.
When we love, we always strive
to become better than we are.
When we strive to become better than we are,
everything around us becomes better too.