My life isn’t perfect.
Duh! Like you thought it was. The past few years have been tough. Like wondering-what-the-heck-is-going-on tough. Crying-with-snot-in-my-nose tough. Yes, I do that.
But lately, I got tired of feeling like a victim. It sucks to wake up everyday holding the short end of life’s stick. (Couldn’t find a better way to express that thought.) I needed a break, a drink (and I don’t even drink) or a vacation.
I got the latter when Florida happened to me. I found myself on the shores of Gulf Breeze beach, in a condo overlooking the ocean. No. It’s not my condo, but it could be. Ha! I’ll tell you all about how that happened some other time.
But the point is, a few days off gave me the time and space to see my life for what it had become, an endless race chasing a nameless, faceless thing and losing badly at the game. Something had to change. Something did change. I changed.
I decided to pick up where I had left off. I decided to go back to the time when I believed there was magic in life, and love and the pursuit of purpose and fulfillment. Not that I stopped believing that. I had simply forgotten that it was possible.
Unfortunately, this is not a blockbuster movie. I can’t show you the outcome of my epiphany in a few minutes of screen time. But hopefully, someday soon, we can vacation together, and I’ll tell you all about it.
For now, I’ll leave you with this thought.
It will feel like it’s killing you slowly; to wait, to hope, to dream, to work, to try. But trust me, there’s no other way to be great. So go. Be great.
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