It's been one month since I resigned and left the nine-to-five walls (which was always actually 8-5 for me). Now I wake when the light streams through the windows. I make coffee and write my morning pages, catch up on email and go for morning walks. I fill up on inspiration and write, not knowing when or where money will come from, but it doesn't matter. I know it will come at the right time.
What matters is that I savor each day, each of these days that were once a dream. I wrote for so long about ditching the alarm clock, waking when my body wanted to, filling my days with whatever I chose.
I quit my job not knowing when I'd make money, and I still don't, but I know that I WILL. I don't worry because in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. I don't worry because deep in my bones I know things are coming together. Patience, hard work, passion. That's my end of the deal. God takes care of the rest.
I feel like I can squeeze even more out of each day. More writing and art and dance. More giving my soul medicine to you. I want to go to bed each night feeling empty, knowing that I've given everything.
What matters is that I savor each day, each of these days that were once a dream. I wrote for so long about ditching the alarm clock, waking when my body wanted to, filling my days with whatever I chose.
I quit my job not knowing when I'd make money, and I still don't, but I know that I WILL. I don't worry because in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. I don't worry because deep in my bones I know things are coming together. Patience, hard work, passion. That's my end of the deal. God takes care of the rest.
I feel like I can squeeze even more out of each day. More writing and art and dance. More giving my soul medicine to you. I want to go to bed each night feeling empty, knowing that I've given everything.
