I am transitioning. It seems as though I’m always transitioning from one phase to the next. It’s the in between space that is torture.
What would you call that place, the space between? That place where you stop frozen in your tracks, unsure of which road to choose. The choices will they define us?
I believe what truly defines us is how we make our decisions. Is it fear based or does it stem from love?
I choose love. And with love there is always patience. I must be patient while being open and continuing to do my work which is writing from the soul.
Peace & Love,