
The wording ‘rest of your life’ is a bit rebarbative. And, some would say just hyperbole. But, at a certain point in the story you have to start thinking in those fiery syllables. I am. And, to my benefit, and as happenstance would have it positioned, I was greeted by the sight. This “realization”, more than a trite mention of epiphany, but an enveloping instruction of where I’m to go. Freedom… assuredly freedom, relief, excitement, inspired, and other conceptual macrocosms I’m too enlivened right now to think of the right word. Just know, I’m eased. The rest of my life, directed and creatively contained.
This could be “meant to be”, or it could be a reaction to who I am— creative, sales-honed, tireless, thorough, in a perpetual search of solutions and new rhythms through which to actuate progress. This is it, my ‘IT’. I’m finally on a road, the one upon which I was intended to continue my story. “Finally,” I say to myself. But I also self-hearten, “Perfect timing.” Must be. I’m here, with everything I’ve learned and done and accomplished, shown and narrated. Engine alive, pedal-push, at the horizon.
(4/5/17)