Wake up! She tells herself. It’s time. Her feet hit the floor and just before she stands, she pauses. It’s as if her soul is two steps ahead of her body. Anxiety has become her companion over the years. He is the friend that she’s not sure is very fond of her. Even so, she’s not sure what life would be like without him. Today is different. Her soul begins to find it’s voice and it will not quiet for anything. It fights for victory over apathy.
Her days have been long and her nights even longer. The spinning in her mind is like a never ending spool of thread weaving all the thoughts and lies into a busy pattern of confusion. She has allowed herself to slip into the mundane and taught herself to ignore the cry within her. Although the cry is monstrous it has been muted by the constant ring of other voices telling her to give up, that she’s not good enough, that there’s no hope.
What is passion? What is purpose? What is hope? She sits on the edge of her bed like her feet are stuck in mud. The emptiness she feels is almost an out of body experience. It’s as though she is present in the room, watching her shell sit in fear as hopes and dreams fade with time. Her voice urgently forces it’s way through the mess and gasps for air at the surface. Wake up! Get up! Be brave!
It’s time to move forward. She tells herself to let go of the expectations, the labels, the lies, and the life that has forced her to become terror-stricken by her own dreams. She can feel her body and soul fight each other in a battle that only leaves her exhausted. Her mind tells her, “You can’t”. Her soul screams, “Be brave!” For so long she has allowed herself to live in captivity. This life she calls her own is being lived by someone she doesn’t even connect to. No more! She has found the warrior that was birthed in her and championed her purpose. Today she chooses to take ownership of her story, and compose until the pages expire.
Grabbing the hand of her new found companion, courage, she makes her way to a sturdy stance, and she adjusts her posture to reflect confidence. She trembles as she picks up one foot and sets it in front of the other, and reminds herself of the strength within her. She continues to walk forward gaining strength and perspective with each step. Now is her time. Reaching for the knob on the door to possibility, she fearlessly turns it to the right. The door clicks open and a surge of air meets her face. She looks forward, cast a gaze of intention, takes a deep breath, and steps into her limitless destiny. Warrior, you are brave.
