The rise and fall of a living life

Life is a series of experiences that rise and fall through my consciousness as I go about the everyday business of existence.  In the past I often found myself struggling just to keep my head above water. Life felt overwhelmingly difficult because it did not focus on what was important to me. Then when that ended, quite abruptly, I was left floundering.  A huge part of my life simply disappeared.

For the first time, ever, I had to find my own way, which meant I could choose what seemed important and that was when I began to discover that the deepest, dearest, things are not always what people think they are.

It took a while to become me.

During the past five years I have slowly become buoyant enough to find the peace and joy I always dreamed of.  Those bits and pieces that were always part of me have begun to congeal into a me I not only like, but really kind of love.

Finding a personal muse had a lot to do with that.  Someone to reflect back the best of me while still giving me the room to be myself, was an incredible gift -- and lesson in living.

It just proves that it is never too late . . .

As long as there is breath, the possibilities continue.  So I recommend hanging on to what's important as long as you can.  Someday your dreams may rise up and become you.