I’ve been feeling more peace lately. I’m not sure why, maybe the sun reminding me that warmth is returning. Or maybe it is because I’ve been learning a valuable lesson.
To be passionate in the moment.
I had to step away from the pressures and responsibilities that were overwhelming me for me to stop and choose what I wanted in the moment. Stepping away from the things that scared me helped me see why I feared them and have since given me courage to work through my fears to become what I want.
Now I see my days with my daughters, my dreams, hard work, and fears as the only means to living a life of pure satisfaction. I must taste the difficulty and beauty in living a life of passion. A life of choices. Each choice hopefully lived with such conviction that it changes and molds me daily.
Passion. The passionate life is what I desperately hope my children take from observing their mother. That I dream, I work, I make mistakes, I have fears, and I keep trying, never giving up on the power and importance of the moment.
It must be a lifelong quest.