Clarity

It’s clear to me.

I know what I want.

My goal remains.

 

It’s the process to arriving that’s challenging.

It’s also enlightening in unexpected ways.

Sifting through, loading and unloading will take a while longer.

 

Timing is essential.

One does not rush a delicate process.

Just as healing takes time, decisions must be processed clearly.

 

The end result is much awaited.

The anticipation builds with delight.

Excitement has never filled me this much until now.

Comments 3

 
Stephen Evans on Saturday, 29 July 2017 18:13

Knowing what you want is a very good start - good luck!

Knowing what you want is a very good start - good luck!
Katherine Gregor on Wednesday, 02 August 2017 16:14

As you know, where intention goes, energy flows.

As you know, where intention goes, energy flows.
Rosy Cole on Friday, 04 August 2017 17:19

Hope you'll be able to reveal something of this process as time goes by. It sounds like a blueprint for living! :-)

Hope you'll be able to reveal something of this process as time goes by. It sounds like a blueprint for living! :-)
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