She wanders through the quiet recesses of my soul. The person I am meant to be. The whole of me. I am accepting of the person I am but there is so much more of me. So many pieces missing.
This person of my soul is confidently creative. She is comfortable in her own skin. She is disciplined with her time, with her routines and with taking care of herself. She has inner peace and understands grace. She accepts what she can't change. She understands how she reacts to something is entirely up to her and it makes a difference.
She lives my favorite saying "She believed she could so she did." She has fears but does not allow them to cripple her, to stop her from doing something she really wants. She is passionate about the things she does.
Some mornings while meditating I see this imagine of her. She is me but noticeably different. First she is thinner. Not much but some. She has a much better fashion sense than me. But then again not. What I see her wearing is something I would love to own but fear I would look horrible in. Her jewelry is simple. And today I realized it is jewelry she made. Jewelry I would love to make. She is me but not quite.
Yesterday I turned 60. It is only a number to me but we all do have an end number. And that number could be right around the corner. It is time to be the person of my soul. There is no time to waste.
So how do I make the person of my soul be the person of my heart and mind as well? Maybe by bringing small pieces of her to my heart the changes will be easier. During my morning meditations I will learn to accept each of these characteristics one at a time. Not attempting to accept another one until each are a total part of me.
Keep me in your thoughts as I attempt to make this journey to be the person I was born to be. I'm thinking this journey is going to be a blast. Hold onto your hats!
