You never need to let go of anything that is not real. Trust that your soul is guiding you for the highest and best purpose and that what is meant for you, will never pass you by.
One year ago, I lay sleepless on my couch amidst the darkness of 3am. Sitting there in the quiet and peaceful hours of early morning, unsure of why I was awake to begin with – I received a message from my soul. “Write. Start a blog. ” . And so, by the time the clock struck 4:00am, my blog was up and running, and the next chapter of my life began.
I really did not know what would come about from this. Once upon a time, as a young girl, I would write little things such as poetry and short stories. While there were fleeting wishes of one day becoming a writer, I never really took it that seriously.
Here I am, one year less a day that I wrote my first blog post “Sleepless”. What has transpired is nothing that I could have ever predicted at the time.
I have begun to write my very first book. With the framework in place, a title chosen and a few entries complete – I am well on my way to making this wish a reality.
I am reminded at how powerful our soul is at guiding us to where we need to be, if we only choose to trust and listen to the messages.
Originally posted on My Musings :
3am and I’ve been tossing and turning all night. Trying my very best not to think, which inevitably, makes me think even more. So, amidst me trying to push away any thought in hopes of finally falling asleep, it hits me. Not like a ton of bricks, but more of a subtle passing thought. Random at its best. “You should start a blog” the voice says. Brilliant!
An hour later, here I am, cuddled on my couch with a tea in hand, writing my first blog post. (I love my iPhone). Never could I have imagined myself creating and writing a blog from the palm of my hand. Never would I have imagined that I would write for anyone to see other than myself.
Nothing is impossible. The word says it itself…I’m-possible Audrey Hepburn
Not sure where this is going to take me, but God knows I…
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