My life is going somewhere. I know it is. I can feel it… just waiting for some little piece to tip over an edge, and suddenly the flood will come, the overflowing wealth of the beauty that sits poised to the side right now, waiting… for me?
I don’t know what it is, but something is waiting to happen. And I don’t know if it is up to me or to time alone, awaiting someone else to come into the picture… but it is coming, and soon. I have six weeks. I am grateful for this upcoming beauty and joy. Let’s do this.
Yes, let’s. 🙂