The morning took me away with its rays entering the room. I questioned whether to write or to just lay in bed. I then began this debate as to when the right time would be to write. Looking to map it out with the many other things unfolding over this last week in Baltimore. I began to giggle at the absurdity of it all. This conversation of not having time and making room for it was using up time. I could be writing instead.
Writing used to be a process now it is a beautiful expression. I love writing as if it is the breath I take. It is a feeling of connecting to something greater: myself, my thoughts, my feelings and my home. It brings me back from dancing in the stars with treasures. Words are powerful in their ability to destroy and to lift up. We have so much potential that remains dormant as we talk ourselves out of our wildest adventures.
We fear our own happiness as if we are unworthy. Why not be silly and make mistakes? Why not throw your hands in the air and give your ideas a spin. What if tomorrow never comes? What if today is your last gift, would you make it count? What would you do differently? Who would you be? Live as if everyday is New Years and forget the list just go for it. All in! If you want to paint paint, if you want to sing sing, if you want to write write. Life mantra these days less talk more action and play all the time!