I wasted so much time waiting 

Waiting for a break.

Waiting for him to get home

Waiting for summer.

Waiting for him to change

Waiting for adventure

Waiting for my body to shrink or strengthen.

Waiting for someone to save me.

Waiting for abundance.

Waiting for time to write

Waiting for tomorrow to “start”

Waiting for my higher-self to show up

Waiting to leave. 

Waiting for love.

 

After my stroke, the waiting stopped.

It became time.

Time to face, but was stopping me.

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And so my journey to the NOW arrived.

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I found meditation

I found pain and fear

I found healing

I found movement

I found embodiment

My divine feminine

I found breath work

I found time

I found creativity

I found spirit

I found myself

I found all the colors in the trees

I found the flavor of my meals

I found the texture of my clothes

I found the scent of the masculine

I found hummingbirds

I found joy

I found audacity 

I found stillness

I found my words

I found me

 

And it is in this place that I have the audacity to leave, go, quit, start, create, rest, play, and receive. 

 

And it became clear that YOU were meant to come with me.

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And so I shine my light here for you. 

From the other side of the tunnel.

It’s time to stop waiting.

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Have the audacity to come back to YOU.