I woke up two days ago sprawled across a tiny sofa with an incredible cramp in my neck and thought to myself,

Why do I feel the stirrings of what could amount to a calling, and walk away from it? Why do I catch sight of possibilities and cross the road to avoid them. Why do I get so caught up in the drama of the past that I re-live out old patterns that leave me feeling empty. Why don’t I persist with a love for persistence rather than an impatience for a quick fix of approval or acknowledgement.

I want to value the valuable and listen out for the grains of quiet hitting the ground. I want to feel comfortable in my own company, living with my own dreams, and side step diseases of the mind that jade the heart. I want to trust my gut instinct and not get in my own way.