After weeks of pacing back and forth and walking in circles on this cliff, I finally took a leap.
I quit my job. I gave my notice.
Feeling drained and agitated, longing for time with my son and my creative interests. Craving the things that make my soul soar – writing, painting, designing, re-purposing, creating, working out. I NEED these things to feel alive. To continue to be alive.
So I jumped.
I trust that it will all work out.
Everything will be alright. No, better than alright. Everything will be perfect. Everything IS perfect.
And I take a deep breath and exhale, and feel that thing I’ve been missing. Peace.
This is right. I can feel it.
I have a knowing.
I am walking my path again and it feels glorious. Freedom. I am flying.
It’s good. It’s better than good.
My source is unlimited and abundant, so I am not afraid.
Financially I am reaching new heights all the time. Life is free and easy.
I’m glad I decided to follow my heart. To follow my spirit’s voice.
There is so much to be said for the jumping.