I write from a space where I am trying to bridge a very important gap. I woke up to the sound of the rain being carried on the wind, feeling as though I were being carried too. There’s so much more I have to understand if I am going to move forward and figure out a plan. This place I’ve been existing in still feels foreign to me, even though I’ve been here for quite a while now. I embrace the grey and foggy world outside of my window—today these skies are my friend. They will listen patiently and expect nothing from me in return, but I expect far too much from myself and I’m trying to reach heights that just aren’t possible for me yet. I know that they will be, one day, and I keep stretching my arms out to where they created wonders so effortlessly before so that I can return to where I had a path that I could walk on.
I have been inspired lately, and I’m still waiting for
that inspiration to find its way to the page. As the summer fades away and the
fall descends upon us, I hope that I can finally make a change that will
transform my life for the better. The small steps are important as well, but
I’m ready for those great strides. I want to gather my strength after the rain,
to fight despite these trying circumstances, to keep building this belief until
there is no longer any room left for doubt.
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