A flower's fragrance declares to all the
world that it is fertile,
available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar.
Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire. --Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses
My confidence has never been more unshakeable, my will never more steadfast and my feet never more solidly on the ground. I know who I am, what I want and where I'm going. And I know just how to get there. Moreover, I am determined to do so, with every high-thread-count fiber of my being.
No bones about it, I've been to the depths of my depression over the last few years and months, but in those depths, I've struck twenty four carat gold. Life can pour buckets of sorrow on a person, but if that person keeps singing, the rain simply becomes grease for the wheels of joy. And the louder I sing, the more I keep on the sunny side of the street. So I'm gonna keep belting and batting. When a person refuses to accept anything other than the very best that life has to offer, they very often get it.
I've met the world half-way and it has not turned its back on me, in fact, it's met me with open arms and seen that I am a worthy opponent and a good friend. Long did I see the glass as half-empty. Now it is half-full. And I'm gonna fill it to the tippy top and lap it up like a thirsty dog.
It is just a matter of time.
Every day, I put more and more muscle and magic into seeing my every dream come true. Two months ago, I had a list of ten goals and through sheer force of will, I have met each and every single one of them. I checked them all off with a purple pen this morning and have replaced that list with a brand new one that stands on its shoulders. A list of new and exciting goals that make me feel full of joy.
I intend to make them all happen.
I've gotten further in the last six weeks than I have in the last six years, and I'm never stopping. Except maybe for a nap. Or a cookie from City Bakery.
I'm going to partake in both of the above now, but I will leave some pictures behind.
I have a Moleskine journal and I carry it with me everywhere like an old friend. It holds my past, my future, my noodle.
I make it a daily habit to cut and paste inspiring things into my Moleskine that act as a side dish to my doodles, dreams and schemes. These visual cues help to remind me of who I am and what I stand for. Sometimes it is a flower. Sometimes a quote. Often it is a photograph...
Here are some of the shots that have caught my heart and eye as of late. When I am feeling a bit turned around, they right me like a medicine.