Two months home

I have so many doubts. At times, they paralyze me. Am I doing the right thing? What is the right thing? Does the right thing exist?

What inspires me? What captures me? What is the difference? What do I admire – what do I emulate? Are they the same?

I prop myself up in bed. Unwilling to allow sleep to suffocate my wandering thoughts. Questions float through my head unanswered, spurring every punctuation mark. The dot-dot-dot surfaces as the most popular…thoughts I choose to think about later. As if later will some how magically present periods. I reflect upon my days. I truly enjoy this opportunity to both pour myself into a routine and explore the strays stumbling through my mind.

Each day commences and closes with a purpose.

Unexpectedly, moments of utter contentment occur more and more frequently. I can’t imagine myself anywhere else. I’ve been granted the opportunity to not only have time to focus my energies on others, but also myself. Greater realizations calm me – sink into my core instead of simply grazing the surface. Its ok to leave questions unanswered. Periods will arrive magically because only time can place them. Incorporating these ideas into my actual outlook fascinates me. I’m defining a new happiness for myself with each day.

I've shut off the bustle and have turned on my life. Prende Tu Vida.