Journal Entry: Time

by cindy

Summer is nearing its end. Windows are open. Cool breezes cleanse the air. I embrace the quiet and allow myself time to think. Time to renew my focus and refresh my intentions. Time to clear my mental cobwebs and dust off my dreams.

Over the last few months there have been signs. Signs that point me in the direction of change. Signs that encourage me to cease hovering at the edge, to take that leap off the proverbial cliff.

“Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.” writes Jack Gilbert in his poem, Failing and Flying.

I may well fail but I might fly for a bit too.

“It’s time”, the Universe tells me. “It’s time.”

If not now, when?

It’s time.