Here's a poem where I wonder about that ultimate self push needed to succeed with the right opportunity. Once that opportunity knocks, I have to be ready to jump fully into it. To open the door, I may have to push through a ton of laundry and 2,000 matchbox cars :) I'll find space in my life for that chance. Now I just need to hear the knock...
If I could dance on the crest of waves,
propelled through life with furious force,
would I self present empowered,
or would I sink through fathoms.
If I could swing for balance on tops of trees,
bathed in primal light with rejuvenated pulse,
would I self assemble energized,
or would I slip through the stripped bark.
Thanks everyone for all your kind comments yesterday. I'm back on my Mama rock today and holding down the fort with confidence :) All the kids are home (plus my nephew) so the volume level is off the charts at my house today! Happy Wednesday!!