For the last few weeks I have awakened to something, more like a thought…”WOW! I have awakened…again!” I haven’t quite made sense of this just yet. For the last couple of years or so, all of my writings have been inspired by life, or the drama that sometimes comes along with it; lack of work, independence, and at times a lack of hope that things will get better. It’s not like I go to sleep thinking that I won’t wake up the next morning. I don’t. I find myself thinking or trying to remember the dreams I had during the night and glad that I actually did dream, like it was a miracle or something. I just can’t make sense of it all.
What I do know is that I am very grateful that I do wake up every day. My life is finally going somewhere at a steady pace. I have plans. I have goals. I have hope. I have always had all of these things but there is something very different about these now. It’s all of these things that have kept me going on, even at my lowest point. But I am no longer in limbo. I see a rise in my eyes as I begin to stand taller on my feet and it is very good.
Maybe these thoughts I have upon awakening every morning are a bit of skepticism, a fear that something will happen and my house of cards will all come crashing down. I just can’t put my finger on it. I know I can’t rush. I still have to take time, pace myself. That will somewhat insure that the tangibles will fall into place. But what about the intangibles, the matters of the heart, the things we have no real control over?
