I am on the rainbow bridge of self-love. I am high and loving the brightness of all the colours. Days and ideas swirl above me like a galaxy of desires.
It was all so easy, making the decision to stop, making all the pressure to succeed at work go away. Yes, maybe I will miss the money but I learnt during the Covid lockdowns that I could survive on very little money. It was great having all those daily temptations suddenly unavailable.
The bridge to freedom was simply making a decision to honour my dreams. Just one step and I was on a new adventure. Now I am more me, still an independent, strong and assertive adult but a happier more fulfilled woman.
Because I feel so much lighter, I have floated to the high bridge of forgiveness, a light bamboo structure between the two highest mountains in the world. The person I had to forgive the most was actually myself for falling into the trap of the expectations surrounding me for so many years.
I am lucky that I now breathe the air that angels breathe. All I did was give myself the luxury of time and the freedom to pursue my passion - which I had had since I was a young girl. Now the joy from the flow state as I write creatively is overwhelming. Beats writing dry policies and reports for a living, which no one really enjoyed reading. Now I happily travel far in my head every day and inhabit many different worlds and characters and do not notice the passage of time.
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