Even as we let go of that which no longer serves our hearts grow wings. ***** I am venturing into new territory, and have established
Winds here are unchained – no fear of stagnation – learning to tether myself to uncertainty – relying on instinct to pull through.
What if days were berries growing bright, whose sumptuous juices blossomed only in Summer? How sad it would be – such limitations, disrespectful of the
Tides recede, puddled remnants of once oceanic flooding – emotions overpowering – threats now quelled. I breathe, lose myself in visions of gold and promising
Money – that vital ingredient – threatens to rebuke us, these haphazard habits equating to negligence. Investments – retirement’s foundation – falter, then plunge, a
Passenger, I am – delegated to back seat – input seldom asked for, even less appreciated. I ride along. Passenger, I am – at best