The Sweet Spot

Something big is brewing. She doesn't exactly know what, nor is she particularly interested in knowing. That would spoil the fun. The hope, the joy of anticipation, the dreaming, the curiosity, the imagination…To summarize: The Sweet Spot. 

One question, with all the ups and downs that parallel the seemingly unchanged world around her, why has the sweet spot graced her with its presence? Why now? Maybe as simple as a fresh trim and first hint of a tan has brought her here. Maybe getting over one big day at a time of tasks on her plate has shifted momentum. Maybe, maybe maybe.

But oh what if it's so much bigger!

The delight in choosing to believe there's been some cosmic shift in the universe propelling her out of stagnation to a next level of trajectory. That is the most fun reason, she chooses that option to believe. To wake each day with a nonspecific pep in her step, the glitter sprinkled throughout her insides, noticing each piece of beauty that surrounds. Praise be!

Everything indeed is always working out for her.

While tremendous challenges still lie ahead, those mountain tops seem approachable. What greatness is in store. Amplified by small victories too. An accelerating boulder sprinting up a hill as though it was as light as a feather. That's her. Not just an ordinary gray rock. But a bubbling glowing gold globe. Still a force to be reckoned with. 

This is the essence she assumes on whatever grand adventure, much less adventures, on their way to scoop her up and fulfill her wildest dreams. The hibernating dreamer has awakened! Everything has already happened. The stars are aligned. 

As if all the arrangements have already been made. Lights strung, flowers delicately placed, the shimmering canary gown steamed and seamless, the string orchestra beginning an upbeat melody.

What's left but to waltz into this new world and dance her heart out. That, she does.