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.