breathing again

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"Aren't you scared to get out on the highway on that thing?"

"No Mom. I'm not. It's like I've always ridden."

And so I left my mom watching me worriedly in her doorway today as I started up Hope for the trip back to the island. I am home on her... there's no denying the connection. Hope has always been home to me.

Starting out in the morning, I recognized the ease as we glided over the causeway and thought, "Well the wind is at my back... the trip home should be interesting." Experience teaches us those little things and makes preparation and planning so much easier.

It was a beautiful Thursday, btw. Not sure it made 70 degrees like the weatherman predicted but sunny and gorgeous. What a great day off, even with what I had to do today.

Yesterday morning I woke up and dreaded getting out of bed. My first thought was I didn't want to go to work. My second was, if I didn't go to a "job", what would I want to be doing for work?

As always, the voices in my head were talking first thing... LOL

My answer was, "Write."

My counter response whispered, "Then write. Write in the morning before work and in the evening after. No more excuses."

Today was a beautiful day to ride, think and simply be. Now to begin the task at hand... concentrating on my writing again. The universe is always amazing with giving us what we need. We simply have to accept, connect and breathe. Then act on what we believe...