And so we keep it pushin’. There’s shit to do. Fuck all the roadblocks. We create a new path, in order to get to where we feel that we should be. It’s exhilarating. Where I am going, I have never been. I simply need to continue trusting whatever it is that I have been trusting, this entire time, and push forward. There are moments that cause me to second guess what should be done but whatever it is that I have been trusting is distinguishable from my brain telling me to make a certain decision. So I keep on steppin’ in the direction that I feel, within my being. I’m keenly aware that the journey is worthwhile and that every moment is Wimbledon, itself. The people that are along with me, although few, are integral to the culmination of my adventure. I, sometimes, feel as though I should document more of what I am undertaking.
Maybe for the fact that it is a more popular option, in these times, to let outsiders get a glimpse of what is happening in your life. But that notion quickly evaporates as I immerse myself in the intoxicating aroma that is my certainty. Knowing that, if anything were to befall myself or my family in my pursuit, I am ready, willing, and able to assume the consequences. Distractions don’t exist when you are locked into completing a sacred pilgrimage. With all of this being said, it is doubly important to know when, and how hard, to push. When to “moss” and take a step back. When to allow for your gift to recharge before pressing on. And if it should happen that I never make it to the end of the path that I have chosen, know that I loved every minute of my journey and that, wherever I end up, I’m on my way to creating a new one.