The day finally came when one door closed and another opened. It took forever to get here. Plenty told me to move forward. Get a life. Don’t think about marriage anymore. Go off somewhere and stay in a cabin and get my thoughts in order. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME.
It had to be in my time. Not theirs.
Now.
I won’t share how long it took to get here. What I will share is that there are family members presently competing for holding their breath the longest to see if I am sincerely at this fork in the road. I just hope they don’t drop in anticipation.
Impending failure sparked my need for survival and I grasped for a dream I’d put away years ago when life showed no place for such things. Focus was applied to my dream and it grew wings overnight. Before I could get sucked into fear or grow fearless, my dream became a surprising success and my first book was born. A small success though it may have been, it proved I was on the right path.
It was a rebirth of my life light and through the darkest tunnels I was able to move forward. Slow and murky steps followed, often tears shed and there were moments I mourned never marrying again, and may still do so, but the journey is new, exciting and positive.
Many times I have heard when it’s unnerving yet your intuition is beckoning you to move forward, if you can find it within yourself, push toward the dream. I’d had a taste of the dream and it was just enough to make me hunger for more. If this was possible, with nurturing and with intuition calling me further, it was certain to be a success. But there had to be a plan. It had to be calculated to a degree and there could be little variation from it. Everything matters.
While I realize my life will not be a failure if I don’t write “the” book or if I fall short of “the” plan, for me it is important I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN. And, I recognize it. It’s not fantasy. It isn’t fiction. And, it doesn’t involve the love of a man. Or, the need to have a man. Unless, of course he’s an agent or an editor.
I have a book to complete, at least one contest to enter, an agent to acquire, and a publisher for the book. By this time, another book will be in the works as well as short stories and book signing schedules, etc.
During all of this there will be chick bonding adventures, spa days and quiet days of reading and resting. There will be exercise and hopefully this will not be fantasy or fictional.
There was a time my focus would have been the time span of that of a buzzing sound of a gnat. No thought could have been placed on dreams, intuition, hope and wonder. My focal point would have been love, marriage and the pleasing of a man.
The pleasing is of me, the sensuousness of my spirit, the energy of my mind and the depth of which I can excel. Levels of intuitive power flow through me and make anything possible if only I am in tune. It would be a sinful waste to miss any of it no matter how great or how small.
Blessings.
It had to be in my time. Not theirs.
Now.
I won’t share how long it took to get here. What I will share is that there are family members presently competing for holding their breath the longest to see if I am sincerely at this fork in the road. I just hope they don’t drop in anticipation.
Impending failure sparked my need for survival and I grasped for a dream I’d put away years ago when life showed no place for such things. Focus was applied to my dream and it grew wings overnight. Before I could get sucked into fear or grow fearless, my dream became a surprising success and my first book was born. A small success though it may have been, it proved I was on the right path.
It was a rebirth of my life light and through the darkest tunnels I was able to move forward. Slow and murky steps followed, often tears shed and there were moments I mourned never marrying again, and may still do so, but the journey is new, exciting and positive.
Many times I have heard when it’s unnerving yet your intuition is beckoning you to move forward, if you can find it within yourself, push toward the dream. I’d had a taste of the dream and it was just enough to make me hunger for more. If this was possible, with nurturing and with intuition calling me further, it was certain to be a success. But there had to be a plan. It had to be calculated to a degree and there could be little variation from it. Everything matters.
While I realize my life will not be a failure if I don’t write “the” book or if I fall short of “the” plan, for me it is important I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN. And, I recognize it. It’s not fantasy. It isn’t fiction. And, it doesn’t involve the love of a man. Or, the need to have a man. Unless, of course he’s an agent or an editor.
I have a book to complete, at least one contest to enter, an agent to acquire, and a publisher for the book. By this time, another book will be in the works as well as short stories and book signing schedules, etc.
During all of this there will be chick bonding adventures, spa days and quiet days of reading and resting. There will be exercise and hopefully this will not be fantasy or fictional.
There was a time my focus would have been the time span of that of a buzzing sound of a gnat. No thought could have been placed on dreams, intuition, hope and wonder. My focal point would have been love, marriage and the pleasing of a man.
The pleasing is of me, the sensuousness of my spirit, the energy of my mind and the depth of which I can excel. Levels of intuitive power flow through me and make anything possible if only I am in tune. It would be a sinful waste to miss any of it no matter how great or how small.
Blessings.
