I'm getting a little itchy for something new in my life. An adventure, a chance to explore, an opportunity to pursue a dream. I can't put my finger on it, don't know exactly how to scratch this itch. All I know is that when I look back on this 49th year of mine, I want to have had an experience that will make me say "wow, I'm sure glad I did that." I don't think this is cabin fever, can't blame it on the weather. It's inside me, this yearning to see another part of myself that up to this point in my life remains hidden. I know it's there, I can feel it in my heartbeat. This yearning...whispering to my spirit "follow me."
2009 requires that I do a better job of listening to my inner voice, the one that says "say no, say no!" as my mouth spills out an enthusiastic "of course I will. NO PROBLEM. Really!" The demands of non-stop weekends sandwiched between forty hour work weeks just won't do for me any longer. In our lives we go from one event to another, crazy busy... one day after the next. And then we ask ourselves "Where did the time go?" Well, time went. With reckless abandon, like a breeze blowing in the window and out the door. I don't want my "one day I'm going to's" to end up being"I wish I would have's."
In the words of Abraham Lincoln, in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. It's my life, yours, ours. We create our own adventures. I see one for me, the opportunity is close enough to touch. All that's required of me is to grab hold, make the jump. Can I trust myself to take the chance?