It has been a month since I
made the commitment to spend the next 6 months in the unknown. Last month was
not about choosing change, but determining the destination point. Again, not a place or specific change
but how the re-defined me will look, think and act in whatever circumstances
that arise. I needed to know
how “that” would look in order to
chart a course to navigate towards the destination.
Choosing the destination.
Around and around my mind
has gone. Every possible emotion - all sorts of pain have come and gone in
waves and I have spent a LOT of time holed up in the air conditioning with my
trusty sidekick, Tucker and my talking bird, Buddy. Now, one month later, I am bobbing to the surface, half drowned
with the grief of letting go, but intact and whole. I have defined the
destination. I can see myself, happy and confident, waving at myself at the far
side of the ocean. All I have to do is get in the boat and start rowing.
Haha! I don’t want a stinking rowboat!
I want an ocean liner! Old me would have rowed. New me chooses the mother of all ocean liners :) Ship
ahoy!
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