Though we often tell ourselves otherwise, our lives are never just one story. We often become so engrained in our own narratives that we lose sight of any other possible changes in the plot. There are many stories meandering throughout our timeline. Stories of past, stories of present, and even the stories we tell ourselves of the potential future. There are always opportunities for new stories to begin. The only limitations are the ones we craft ourselves from fear. I’m learning to set aside both my old stories and my limitations, trusting that I have many amazing chapters yet to be written. I alone hold the pen, though I’m simply the writer. The Author is continually whispering beautiful adjectives, sentences, and paragraphs in my ear, all of which translate into my hopes, my dreams, and my potential biography, should I choose to listen. My ink well is full, I’m well stocked with new, unblemished paper, and a gilded binding sits closely by, waiting for new pages to be woven in. I’m listening… what shall I write?
Love & Light,
Laura Lum Corby