It would be nice to plan my days.
But it doesn’t seem to work out that
I set off in one direction and end up
in a completely new place than where
I was headed.
It makes for discovery, excitement,
adventure, challenge and I’m free to
pursue it, pretty much, fully, from
my inner feelings, my gut intuition,
my inspiration to try new things,
take new risks I’ve never done before.
All this makes me a newbie at life
& rarely do I stay long enough to
achieve much mastery over
any one thing.
I don’t like ruts. But I do do what
seems to work and don’t change
that very much if it’s still
‘fresh’ for me despite doing it
over & over because I like it so
I’m unexpectedly surprised by
the support of ‘nature’ my
endeavors elicit or even just
because I showed up & didn’t do
particularly much to earn
that support but be myself.
Life has a strange reward system
sometimes, coming when you least
expect it and never arriving when