a slow start,
to a powerful beginning.
it is as if being sick,
has helped me to see,
that I am ready to heal.
I have been quite sick the last few weeks. sick like "bang me on the head and knock me out sick". I don't know where the hell it came from, but that isn't important. I had been feeling lately like I needed a break. time to think and time to move forward. move forward with so many things. release the fear and really be "brave".
I question whether or not I am ready for the challenge. I ask myself as others have asked of me "are you sure you are ready for this?" let me ask you this I say - did you know when you started college that you were ready? when you got married. did you know you were ready? after you announced you were pregnant and people asked "are you ready for this?"
I think in our gut we know when it is time. I do not believe that we can know with 100 % conviction that we are ready for anything. I think we make a choice - yes or no - and we do it or we don't.
I also believe that this recent bout of supreme yuck was to tell me that I am ready. it is okay to take off a layer of protection and take the first step.
I have coughed out the gremlins and blew my nose till I could breathe again. my lungs feel stronger and head clear. I am gonna do it and it will probably be one of the best things I have ever done for myself.