There is nothing scarier than uprooting my life and moving, especially if I’m planning to move to the other side of the country, away from my support system of friends, family and familiarity. There’s also nothing more exciting.
That’s exactly what I’m planning to do and I can’t help but wake up every morning with an exciting new beat in my heart, a new dream in my spirit, and a new song in my soul. I also get flooded with new fears … of the unknown, the unexpected and the unfulfilled. I don’t want to fail. But fear of failure has never stopped me before, and it won’t stop me now.
I recently fell in love. I’m not talking about a gentle infatuation, but a deep-seeded true love. I wish I could say this was with a man, but in this instance it’s with a place …the beautiful state of Washington. Most places are referred to in the feminine, but for me… Washington is the new man in my life. I fell in love with his beauty, his mountains, his oceans, his woods, his cities and his people. For the first time in a long time, I took a breath… a vital gasp of air needed to bring me back to life. I opened my eyes and saw real beauty… true, honest beauty. I have now become lost in his charms.
So, I am now on a mission to move. Every thought, action, penny, and effort is being put into planning, dreaming and making arrangements to go and be with my new love, to allow him to wrap his beautiful arms around me and pull me into his embrace. My deepest hope is that Washington will love me back.
Till next time,