My desire to work like a mofo left me months ago. And it's only getting worse (better). I'm enjoying space, time and freedom from internal pressure so much that under no circumstances would I ever be willing to return to the way I used to work. Like ever.
This changes everything.
The truth is that the deeper I go within and the more space I give myself to just be, the less I am motivated by the things that used to drive me.
During the years that I worked and created an insane amount, I genuinely loved it. Nothing could have stopped me because I was on a mission and the force was strong. Now, nothing can make me do it. My mission has changed. My goals are no longer the same. And it appears I need to recreate my life.
A while back I made an update on my personal account indicating that I had no idea what the hell I was doing with my life (which many others could relate to), and I still feel the same. But in between those moments of uncertainty are moments of peace and joy and relaxation and gratitude for what is.
I'm still doing what I've always done: squeezing out and celebrating every bit of beauty along my path, but I'm also wondering what's next.
Where do I want to go if it's not back to where I once was?
I have a few ideas for next steps but nothing is solid yet, and none of them involve running a business. I find that interesting.
But for today and every day, the ultimate goal is to be happy.
Happy being me.
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