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Life at the Speed of...Ocean Waves

For the last month or so I've been going through a transformation that has resulted in a few changes in my life. For one thing, I've made it a point to go to the beach once a week to just sit alone for an hour. I've also started journaling--old-school style--again and have filled numerous pages with thoughts both random and not so random. The whole point of this is to get in touch with the core of my being so I can make the best possible decisions for my life.

I'll be honest with you. Being still is still a challenge. I'm not always comfortable with the thoughts that rumble through my head because they scare me and make me want to judge them. I don't always like that feeling I get when I stumble across a truth for my life that requires a change because I really don't like change.

However, I'm getting better at it, and in the process I've discovered some really interesting things. The most obvious is that I NEED that still time more than anything else. It renews me. It feeds my creativity. I NEED that creativity. I NEED the process of discovery and the gentle way it wraps its arms around me.

So here I am...getting in touch with the ebb and flow of my life and trying to accept the permission I'm giving myself to release what I find through my art. Never before have I felt like such a work in progress, but that's what I am. As are you.
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Christy said…
Indeed. The more progressed I become, the more I realize just how unfinished I am.
5:24 PM
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