I would sit down to write my dreams…a new year, blank notebook, freshly ground coffee.
It didn’t matter how long I stared at the blank page, how many latte’s I ordered, how many times I changed the chair I was sitting in convincing myself that if I just find the right space, with the right amount of natural light, and the right grind of coffee, something will come. Hoping something would rise up within and grab me by the face and whisper, go this way. But nothing.
The truth was that there was no fresh dream to lay. It was a hope deferred, a dream carried forward. So I looked at my blank page and rather than write a new dream I wrote a commitment.
A commitment that every day I would write what I was grateful for.With faith that a brave face and a broken confession would become an overflow of joy and peace.
A commitment that I wouldn’t get caught up on dreams unrealised, but I would just take one day at a time and make the next right decision for that day.
With trust that being brave today will bring hope to my tomorrow.
Ever felt uninspired?
There’s something about gratitude in your today that tells you everything is going to be ok in your tomorrow.
Imperfect steps in the right direction.