a step back

I have this theory that each one of us has his or her own rhythm in life. I always think of running and how I manage to finish the race only if I run just as I feel it's right for me. This "right for me" I believe exists in us when it comes to the rhythm and speed with which we live daily. I don't believe in the "right" moment to do anything that fits all. What makes "right", right? Where does this feeling of "right for me" come from? I don't know. I believe it exists, I believe we can all feel it, and I am more and more convinced that if we don't listen to it, we get ourselves into trouble.

The goal of a person who does not have a destination is probably to find one. It seems harder to stay still and easier to head towards something. However, when you don't know where are you heading, standing still is the only option. I am in this fortunate position of having no clear destination and maybe it's the case with everyone else, all the time, we just become more aware of this in moments of reflection.

So I have no destination, I am on a journey. Maybe it leads nowhere specific and maybe the frustration comes from the wrong expectation that I ought to be headed somewhere. Maybe I just forgot that I am lost and that it's alright to be lost. I will take a step back, in the realm of the lost...

gratitude

Today I am grateful for having legs. I barely ever think about "normal" things that I have and yet, not everyone has and I might not keep forever.

I enjoy dancing so much! It does not matter what kind of dancing or what my mood is, when I dance I am well, I AM! How would my life be if I could never dance? I often thought about that, it's among the things I fear most.

Less than 30 seconds thinking about this brings to mind so many other things I should be immensely grateful for. The only soothing conclusion to the train of thoughts is this: live well!

about things I did not even dare to dream of

I have never fished before in my life. This weekend, I did! Not any kind of fish: trout! Not anyhow: with artificial bait! And not anywhere: on a mountain lake! This is how a fisherman would tell the story.

My story is shorter: I fished trout!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would repeat the words over and over again because it's beyond what I have dreamt or desired and yet it happened. It got me thinking about so many other things that I live and that I would have never dared to dream of or wish for. Lately, there have been many such blessings coming my way, many!