It came to me today as I followed a little red-winged blackbird that’s been flitting around the nearly-empty parking lot in the back. It flew among the branches of the trees in the back; the poplar trees all shedding their fluffy seed pods left the bird scampering through what looked like snow falling mid-Spring. I'm searching, longingly questing every time I get to thinking – always thinking that there must be something I'm missing or an element of this picture that’s escaped me.
Like the bird however, the one that skipped branch to branch – I'm reminded that much of what I'm aspiring to be, I already am. I fail at giving myself credit because I don’t want to be boastful and then the second-guessing starts. And well, that’s a never-ending cycle. I keep assuming that I'm going to end up at *that* spot where I’ll be happy and the efforts that I’ve put in will render a beautiful result of life as I see it in my dreams. In essence however, it’s already arrived – just that the thoughts I'm having are overwhelming (and ultimately creating) the vision that I'm seeing.
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