For quite some time I’ve felt as if I’ve forgotten how to write, how to share what I think, what I feel.
Then I remember why. I feel so good inside, despite what life throws at me, that I would like everyone else to feel good on the inside too.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to love life come what may?
How do you make the impossible seem possible if you’re unhappy with life?
How do you find whatever it is that make’s life sing joyfully for you too?
Here’s the thing. We are all unique and I believe that our uniqueness holds the answer.
Different strokes for different folks.
Every time we read a book, watch a film, listen to somebody else’s point of view, we are being shown another part of the puzzle that makes us unique.
What we read, see or hear is a different clue to who we are being.
It’s the unravelling of the puzzle that helps us understand what works best for us as individuals.
We may not always like it, but we can learn from it. For me, the best bit is that once we’re aware, we can discard or change it.
Knowing yourself is crucial to inner well-being.
Today’s bitterly cold weather included slow flurries followed by bright sunshine and blue skies.
Life can be equally volatile and not always in equal measures.
For some the snow will stop them dead in their tracks. Watching the world go by through the safety net of a window, putting life on hold until the obstacle clears itself.
For others snow presents a challenge to be overcome.
Plans may need to be tweaked or changed altogether, but for them weather is just weather and not a deal breaker.
The media may shout about the huge snowfall that is being blown over from coldest Siberia, but until it actually happens, their life moves onwards taking them to where they want to be.
I’ll let you into a secret. Either way, it really isn’t that important if you are comfortable with yourself.
If, on the other hand, you’re beating yourself up, then new beginnings taking small steps could steer you towards knowing you are perfectly OK whatever you decide.
Me. I’m being a bit of a snowflake, sitting in my office whilst looking out of the window. And yet, there are stirrings within, calling me to share. To write, to dream, to flow towards whatever the future holds.
Inner me is whispering; ‘One small step. Write a few words. Don’t worry if they don’t make sense to anybody else.’ Urging me to write and flow into whatever my inner me wants to share.
It’s small, it’s honest, it’s a new beginning.