Sorting through brain matter…
Each morning I wake up with a different idea that I think would make my life mean something. After having completed the most difficult life task of raising my children, I have found that my existence is grasping at straws.
Each morning I wake up with a different idea of who I am supposed to be going forward. There is a niggling idea in the depth of my mind that tells me when I least expect it lightning bolts and rays of light will reveal what to do.
Each morning I wake up with a different idea of what I should be grateful for. I smile with the knowledge of what I have accomplished to date and I grin real big when I think about what I still want to achieve.
Each morning I wake up with the same idea that life has opened the biggest door of all and until I step through it, I’ll just keep waking up each morning with a different excuse of why I don’t.
This morning I woke up with the knowledge that I don’t have to choose one path, I’ve earned the gift of walking many roads and making my future about me and my dreams, one step at a time.
That is all.