When the calling keeps on calling

An urg, again. The desire to write deeply and passionately is constantly fleeting and coming back.

Explore. Discover. Share.

A wise woman said that I am a true explorer of the inner world. I resonate.

My dream this summer was to become a freelance writer. It was the only thing on my radar at the time. I was able to dedicate my entire day and night to lingual expression because I was house-sitting for my “job” at the time. A couple weeks later, I moved to Alaska to work in a climate science and ecology lab. I began working 9-12 hour days and had no energy left for my writing commitment at the end of the day.
A few weeks later, I  moved to Flagstaff to work with a non-profit promoting watershed stewardship. My life priorities shifted as I lost sight of my summer dream.

The two years leading up to this decision to become a freelance writer, I was finishing up undergraduate. I was completely intertwined in topics and subjects that I am deeply passionate about: science, biology, ecology, communication studies, metaphysical and natural health. I found a creative outlet for the Mind, a path to express the deeper thoughts and feelings that were my reality. 

Patience gets me far. Forgiveness gets me deeper. Reflection gets me clearer.

Explore. Discover. Share.

Travel the world. Expose myself to new possibilities. Meet life-changing people, communities, flora, fauna, and other life-forms.

My heart feels pulled forward. Gently, yet forcefully. I can handle the contradictions. I feel rejuvenated. I asked the cosmos last night to help guide me to a clear path that I can walk down for a while. This is it.

Rules and regulations ruin the creative process. Oscillations in my life are 100% normal and handy tools for finding a balance. I fluctuate between being so focused on evolving to a full-time writer and explorer, and giving up on a dream because I create expectations about how the journey should be.