I awoke this morning without the benefit of an alarm, I blinked hard and let my eyes adjust to the sun creeping through the blinds in my bedroom as it starts its procession over the landscape. Something is afoot, I’m rested, but restless.
It is a surreal feeling that, no matter how many times you experience it, you can never quite quantify it. The time before the grand manifestation, the wait before the other cosmic shoe drops or as I’m apt to describe it, the proverbial kick in the pants from the Almighty.
I’ve heard echoes from the drum roll for quite some time now, and as the sound gets progressively louder I find myself at a loss on whether to walk out onto the stage under my own power, or if I will have to be shoved into this grand production of the rest of my life.
It is grave act of hypocrisy to know the truth, yet choosing not to speak it, sometimes we have to speak truth to ourselves for the sake of putting it out into the Universe.
There is old adage that says:
“From your lips to God’s ears”
Strangely enough, this is a step often overlooked.
Initally, I mumbled, afraid of how it might sound rolling off my lips before I surprised myself with a full throated declaration…
“I don’t want to be a writer with a day job. I just want to be a writer, being this walking contradiction is too much to bear.”
There I said it God, I’ve thrown the gauntlet down, I claimed it, I affirmed my one of my greatest desires. I would ruminate on it, but you know… I’ve got to get to my day job, so I’ll let you handle the rest.