Fertile ground.

Fertile ground. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Fertile ground. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A couple of days ago this whole exercise of writing to myself seemed futile.

I felt like I was all dried up. That I had said everything to myself that was ever going to be said. That I was stuck on some horrid rinse and repeat cycle. That there were no new lessons. That I was doomed to repeat the same life patterns, without any improvement or positive shift…forever.

Then something shifted.

I think it was yesterday when I said all of that out loud to someone dear to me.

Or, I don’t know, the time was right, and the cogs started turning again.

Now I feel a sense of fertile ground. That having a dig around in here each day is going to turn up some treasures.

My world view can change so quickly. It’s worth remembering that when I feel stuck in something. Because ‘the something’ can feel like it will never change.

And then it changes.



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