Am back from the last hurrah at the lake with family. Time to look forward to another new season in my life. Fall is my favorite and I have a feeling this one promises to be the best. At least, I purpose to make it that way. I've learned that I have control over very little, except my own attitude and how I process events in life. Took me 54 years to "get that". I choose to widen my view, to see things differently with fresh vision, and embrace the balance choice offers.
I've had a much needed break from writing, subbing, waiting and hoping and feel like I need to adjust my expectations to acquire a more harmonious flow of creativity. Competition is not my within my comfort zone. For me, competition is a fruitless endeavor. It sucks the joy of creating. To write unencumbered is my new focus. Creativity is the call. Writing is the sufficient joy. The gift will find it's place. I am called to give.