I try to live by this motto:
The Universe is constantly conspiring for my good.
I’m working these days to live into each moment, trusting that i am exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be, because… here i am.
I’m trusting that i will know when and where to go, based on all I’ve learned, done, and met thus far.
It’s a strange way of life, so new that it still feels uncomfortable, as i try new and different things to make my way, creating the me i will be next, among all the other detritus of the Universe. As strange as it seems, it is also peaceful (except when it’s not… a sign to change? Or that change is coming?).
It’s also… I’m realizing, the place I’ve always been.
Retired at 45 