"Want to wake up and, know where I'm going...say I'm ready, say I'm ready. Wanna go where the rivers are overflowing, I'll be ready, I'll be ready..."
Someone asked me very early this morning, where I saw myself in 5 years. For once this extremely simple question that has been asked of me, repeatedly, throughout my life, had me stumped and silenced. I just rolled the question around in my head, several times, completely lost all while attempting to land on a balanced and strong foundation. Yea, that question was posed to me at 5:30am and it is 8:58am and I'm equally as stumped as the moment it fell out of the pie-hole and off the loose-lips of such an inquisitive human, lol.
"..I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me. If it's love, flowing freely, I'm ready, I'm ready. If the waters, can redeem me, I'm ready, I'm ready..."
My belief is that it becomes clearer, daily, that I am not in control, therefore, I can not predict where I'll be in 5 years. I'm learning, more and more, how to flow, in sync with the rivers, oceans, seas, lakes, ponds, and streams. When, I want some friction, I know how to splash, kick and thrust myself against the flow...but, the older I become that requires a substantial amount of energy; so, when I vehemently go against the flow, it was well worth it, deserved and needed.
What I do know, clearly, is what I want (I'm sure time, will alter, sway and evolve even, my heart's, current and deepest desires) and that, what's most important is the journey. Not to be fooled into thinking that the goal or destination is the prize. It really isn't. The real prize lies in all the gems and tools you've picked up along the way, the particles that creates your journal, from your journey.
So, the best answer I have to a question that has lingered all morning long is, my only plan is to continue to follow my Creator and live, love and laugh, often and well.
*credits: I'm Ready, Tracy Chapman*
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