Now that I’ve signed up for something that will essentially fulfill one of my life goals, I can’t wait for not-too-distant the future.
My 605 square foot apartment--already a hovel by most standards--now feels about four times too big. At long last, I think I'm ready to go small.
I look at Angelou's life--poet, writer, actress, singer, dancer, professor--who dared to dream beyond the expectations of a young black girl growing up in the Jim Crow-era South. She faced obstacles I never will, and yet she accomplished so much. What's my excuse?
In a few weeks, I'm preparing to celebrate yet another birthday and I hope this milestone finds me out there, doing something spontaneous, choosing not the safe path, and creating the kind of life worth writing--and reading about.
Put concisely, when I follow my heart, planning and execution become an infinitely easier enterprise.
I've grown tired of buying only for today. And purchasing placeholders instead of holding out for the items I want + love that I'll care for and keep forever. These days I long for permanence; permanence, however, comes with a price tag and requires patience. Saving my pennies and waiting until I get what I want + love will be worth it.