Flip my head like a trash can
I sit down for the first time in 2,5 weeks to write.
Anything, I decide.
To break the silence.
To catch myself in the midst of everything that is going on.
For some reason, I decided to click on my own blog archive from May 2012 and I found this note I once wrote:
Sometimes I wish I could flip my head like a trash can and empty it from all the scribbled words and scattered thoughts, notes and papers that pile up in the box of my mind…
Let a fresh breeze blow away all the dust from the archive of old ideas, truths that have lost their meaning and plans made in the past.
And I realize, it has all been said and done before.
We end up in the same situations in life. Not by chance, but by meaning.
Until we let go of things that doesn’t serve us and give in to what we need, we are only scratching the surface of our own potential.
The moon is peeking in behind the trees as I write this.
And I have spoken.