The Journey continues...

So, as I mentioned last post, I am becoming a new me, or maybe the inner me, or better yet, just MORE of me. I am one of those people who has about 3 or 5 lists going at all times of all the things I want to get done, both daily and monumentally. This in itself isn't a big deal, I mean, whatever motivates you, right? Except that it hasn't. Not for many  moons anyway. Until this past (full) moon...I got my groove back....I went for it...I finally dealt with the very daunting, forever-nagging-at-me, catch-all called our 3rd bedroom. It has been a thorn in my side for the past 3 years and while it has had it's ups and downs, when the occasional guest was expected to stay, there has been a need to make it a better space and finally paint the walls that have had the same 5 paint squares on them once and for all. So I did it. A dear friend helped me paint it and also my sweet hubby, and NOW, it is a new room entirely...and I am more motivated than ever to keep going on finally tackling projects that have been sapping my energy for the simple lack of energy to deal with them all this time...I am off and running and it really feels great... My therapist who looks like this said to me, sometimes you have to just do something because if you wait for the motivation, it may not come...I agree, but it sure helps to have more energy for it as well.  Lastly, when I was sorting through some old files today, I found a copy of this amazing poem by Mary Oliver and well, it just didn't surprise me that I found it right now... so, enjoy.....

The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice-

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with it's stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as  you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do-

determined to save

the only life you could save.