Good things come to those who…
Aren’t afraid to stumble
And get back up
Face in the dirt
And make it back up on their feet again.
No one said following your dreams was easy.
Thinking about chasing old dreams and starting the novel my body yearns for.
But will it be something anyone will read?
does it matter?
Witches and magic.
Women rising above it all.
Ordinary becoming inordinary.
Oh, my thoughts run wild lately.
And here I am driving on the highway,
It’s the way Tuesdays always start,
When I suddenly get the urge to fly off the nearest exit,
Turn this damn car around,
Begin the book my souls been beckoning me to write,
Begin living what I’ve been dreaming about since I was a young child.
The moment is fleeting.
Starving artists don’t pay the bills.
You’ll begin your book another day.
And so Tuesday begins just like it always has,
Somedays it’s easy
Steady pace, Ideal weather,
Other days I am fighting tooth and nail for every inch
Pausing somedays to ponder…
Is this the right path?
Have I chosen the right mountain?
Can I make it to the top?
Nothing ever worth having comes easy,
I truly believe that now.
So I keep climbing this mountain..
Knowing someday when I reach the top..
When this climb is complete..
I will look around at the magnificent view from above,
Think about all the obstacles I overcame to get here,
And rejoice in my feat.