It is never too late to be what you might have been.
A quote attributed to George Elliot & somewhat encouraging not only to the late bloomers of planet earth but also to everyone who wakes up one morning to find that their life has ended up being different than they would like it to be.
Everybody takes stock of their life at certain points along the way. That’s how we fine tune the game plan, though some of us may have operated for great portions of our life cruising on autopilot & letting life happen to us rather than creating it for ourselves. Looking out through the window pane at life & all of it’s opportunities just passing us by.
I know what that is like. I did that for a long, long time. I’m the queen of the window view seat.
It’s a glorious day when we decide then to join the game of life again whether we are hurled there in a daze with a thud out of a major life crisis or we arrive there more gently in a gradual and considered fashion.
That moment where perspective changes and suddenly what is possible can be imagined & visualised is the point at which the future begins to unfold with wonder. The pivotal moment.
There’s something exquisite about stepping into a world of glorious possibilities from the point of a thunderbolt of epiphany. Such a gift. The only thing greater than it in this earthly experience is to experience love.
I’m presently in a delicious period of such reinvention and the horizon is open with a myriad of future options ready for me to write the script.
I’m finding that that the universe is responding with some astonishing synchronicities and signs to encourage me along the beautiful new pathway that beckons me, my beautiful new pathway, though from where I stand presently, I can’t yet see exactly what it is that waits for me there. Yet, although what will meet me, what will find me just a little way further down that path, is not yet visible to the eye, I can feel the energy of it and it is utterly soothing and welcoming and irresistible.
