The only boundaries are the ones we create…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Boundaries.”
I discovered this compass on top of hill near rocky cliffs on the coast of Maine. I have used it frequently in my writing. To me, it symbolizes what my life is all about. The path I’m traveling, and my journey towards myself. The compass reminds me, life takes us in many directions. Sometimes we get lost. And sometimes we get found. And sometimes in getting lost we are found.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Symbol.”
I’ve been thinking about the word thrive lately. Especially as the school year winds down and I feel like I’m merely surviving rather than thriving. But I think it’s more than that.
This idea of thriving has taken root in my mind and in my heart. It is growing. I am realizing that in life we are meant to thrive. We are meant to flourish and truly live.
Yet I have begun to wonder…am I really thriving or just surviving in my life?
Perhaps it’s because of this journey I have found myself on. A journey of uncovering and discovering who I am and what I want from this life. There is a deeper purpose and meaning that keeps whispering to me and I’m starting to hear what it’s saying. I’ve dived into the depths of my heart and my soul. I’ve healed wounds and grown in countless ways.
And now there is a longing, a yearning for something more.
So I’ve begun a kind of transformation…and taken a turn down a mysterious and yet exciting path.
I’m not sure where it will lead. And that’s ok. I have faith in where I am heading.
I do believe this path is where I will find what it is I am yearning for. And along the way, I will learn what it means to thrive. After all, I have seen how nature thrives…