Living each day much muchier
I don’t write what I know.
It breaks a cardinal rule of writing, but I couldn’t possibly know all the things I’ve supposed here in this blog.
I’ve lived it and meant it and, after nearly six years, hopefully reflect it… but I don’t write from knowing. I write because it’s hard and I’m learning.
This week I’ve been challenged again to open my heart up to magic, hope and providence.
I’m looking for a new place to live and need the right place to become available at the right time for the right price. I want to believe in providence, but it’s hard.
I deleted all my dating profiles because I’m tired of being one more in an oversupplied market. I want to believe in hope, but it’s hard.
I’ve managed my expectations because I’m realistic but I’m also shutting out life’s meaningful beauty as well as opportunity. I want to believe in magic, but it’s hard.
Anyone who claims to have found 42 (the meaning of life, the universe and everything) and presents themselves as having it all figured out, is suspicious.
Life is messy and the point is savouring it, not sorting it out.
So I write about magic, hope, providence because, like you, I’m learning. This is what I know.