i have been laying in bed for a while, tossing and turning. such sleeplessness comes not from worry or fear--not tonight. what is keeping me awake into these early morning hours is none other than inspiration. a seemingly familiar muse is calling my name, and i am remembering in part what it feels like to respond.
this is the year that i will turn thirty, and i've recently realized that i know more and more each day who i am. i'm also beginning to accept the fact that i can choose who i want to be. i'm not stuck in this space that contains me. i am free to move around. i recently read a lovely quote (attributed to george bernard shaw) that says, "life is not about finding yourself. life is about creating yourself." i like the turn of phrase. and so i have been thinking as of late about who it is that i would like to be. i've written before about life, journey, growth, wholeness, thoughts, hopes, and dreams. time and again i've mentioned this notion of a place of possibility. tonight i would add to that list words like beauty, truth, love, and goodness. these are the things i want to cultivate, the things i want to be about. i feel as though i'm just on the edge of stepping into these ethereal concepts in some practical ways. i am awake. i am open. i am present.