My evenings these days all look basically the same. You will typically find me with a good book in my lap and a cup of chamomile tea steaming away in my hand. No, it’s not a very exciting life, but for right now, it is mine.
I would love my days and nights to be filled with adventure and excitement. I would love to travel and see the world. (I’d even settle for just seeing more of America than my own backyard.) I admire and, yes, envy the free spirits who can leave a “normal” life behind and create their own rules for living. I get overwhelmed by traditions, standards, and the status quo just as much as those free spirits, but they have the courage I lack.
However, it’s not just a lack of courage that keeps my feet planted in this red North Carolina clay. For this moment, this is my place. I don’t always like it, and honestly, there are times I loathe it. I try to make the most of this life, but sometimes it just takes too much effort to fake a smile. What keeps me going is my dream, my vision. It is big, it is bold, it is joy to the fullest, and it, too, is mine. For some reason, God or the Universe (or whatever you choose to call this greater force) hasn’t granted me fulfillment. This right here, right now, is my place, my moment, my life.
So, here I sit, with my chamomile tea in a mug hand-crafted by a fellow creative reading a paperback memoir of someone else’s exciting life, and I’m okay. Because while it might not be the incredible life I hope to live someday, for right now, it is mine.