Interlude

The fall air draws me in, crisp and warm, and I take my time as I walk along the path stretched before me. The changes I have been longing for have started to take shape, transforming my world gradually month by month so that I have ended up here, nine months in, with the possibilities more real than I had ever hoped they would be. The winds are shifting and the waters are welcoming, and they encourage me to reach a little higher with each day that passes. Here on the brink of my twenty-seventh year, I can clearly envision an end to my waiting, a new beginning that is part expectations, part unexpected. I could run, as I’ve made the choice to do so many times before, but I won’t, because I would say that I’m now in the middle of that chapter where my life will be transformed.

This post is a reflection and a slight segway into a daydream, because that’s what I felt like today—a quiet day with some sun peaking through the clouds. I am not bursting with energy, yet I’m aware of the exciting days to come as I move along my journey. If I am to live my purpose, I can’t let a dull day bring me down, or even a lack of motivation. No matter how long it takes to get where you need to go, you have to hold on, or you might lose your way delay what could be accomplished sooner. Just trust that every step you take, no matter how small, is making a meaningful impact on your world.