Three years ago, I started a journey. I took my first steps full of trepidation, wondering how they would be received.
Slowly I grew in confidence while all the time searching for the right thing to say.
I knew, right from the start, that I was meant to do this. It was in my blood – that calling – like some ancient knowing.
At times, I came close to addiction – unable to simply walk away. There was always just. one. more.
Then life would interrupt, or I’d feel insecure and inadequate. Or I’d simply change my mind, and move in an entirely different direction.
But I kept finding a path. At times well trodden, where others had gone before. Other times, I needed a machete to slash away the undergrowth and forge my own path ahead.
And those times I struggled to find the path often led to beautiful vistas, found unexpectedly as I crest a rise, or round a corner.
Friends have helped me, held me up when I couldn’t do it alone, forever encouraging me on my journey.
Some have made sarcastic or dismissive comments about this journey of mine. They just make me stronger and more determined.
I am a very different person today to the one I was three years ago. My growth and my learning on this journey have been incredible.
I have made sacrifices, but hold no regrets.
I will stay on this path I have chosen, wandering the trails and hidden lanes, the open paddocks and the mossy streams. And I reserve the right at all times to change my path – to decide a detour has become the route. To change direction and to move with the seasons and the ebb and flow of life.
I’d love to have your company on my journey – for a moment or a lifetime, or any space in between. I know we’ll have fun.
Today is the third anniversary of The Clearing Space blog. Thank you thank you thank you.