Rain is falling. Inside is quiet. Sade is sleeping. Outside the crickets are kicking it up a few notches. Some fast-chirping, and some slow grooving. The rain on the roof playing the percussion. Night-time sounds. Potato salad made by my first Iron Chef (aka father) breaking the late night cravings. Not ready to sleep. Brain abuzz. Yet still. the journey has never been about finding Self. That is never really lost. The journey has been about courage…all along. It takes courage to be your true and authentic Self, in a world that tells you it best to accept the stability of routine. To live on what exists already, rather than risk it all to thrive on what is merely matter in the fields of your mind. Play it safe. Stay until. Look for the opportunity. Cover your Self. Show up.At.least.it’s.a.steady.paycheck. The man tonight said, you are one executive decision away from being sent home. Mind ablaze. Ready to sleep, yet not yet.not yet.not yet.Time to sleep will come.
November 21, 2014 922 Views