A Little Bit Longer
We are not morning people. The Restless, I mean.
But we also don’t sleep well. Ever.
There is a stirring in our soul, an ember of new life flickering in our hearts that isn’t going to give us a moment’s peace until we follow it.
It’s been a long time. Since joy. Since love. Since contentment.
A whole life lived for others. No more.
Stability is not safe for us. Selflessness is not healthy for us.
Smallness in anything kills us a little bit more everyday.
This picture, this memory of this sunrise, will show up for me a year from now. I want to be reminded of this feeling, that restlessness, the universe’s plan for what my life is supposed to be about.
It’s not this…what you’re living now. This place and these people are not the end of your story. Or mine. Everything to now has been a preparation for our story.
I can’t sleep because I plan. You plot. We imagine. I dream. Things that are big, things that are unimaginable to someone who doesn’t have our circumstances. Our freedoms. Our drive. Our minds.
In a year, I hope you will have a whole new life. I know I will. And I want to remember that on this morning we just needed to keep telling ourselves everyday just to hold on a little bit longer.