Steering the Boat

Today I’m going to dip my toe in the waters of faith. I keep moving closer – inch by inch – to living the life I was born to live. I feel a magnet pulling me. Sometimes I step along willingly and sometime I feel as though I am being drug toward it with my fingers barely holding onto the life I don’t want (with a death grip, I might add).

Moving back to Colorado was a huge plunge. I had no idea what I would do here or how the bills would be paid and resources have flowed in beautifully. Now, though, it is not enough just to decide that I have to be here. I have to do work that I love.  This life is precious and so are our dreams.  There is no point in doing any kind of work that creates fear and holds me sleepless in worry. 

So, off I go to change the course of my life yet again.  I don’t know whether I’m jumping on a ship that is sailing toward rough waters or if I’ll find myself on a calm sea, but whatever happens, at least I am making a choice to follow the nudge my gut keeps giving me.    Bon Voyage!