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Despite my downtown condo, I hear birds chirping when I wake up.

I am waking up.  Things are good.  Beautiful.

Budding.
Growing.
Blooming.
Flowing.

Dr. Hot is … well … hot. So so so sweet to me. And most of these things too. Instead of indulging in the fear of ‘what if’, I keep my mind and body present. Here. Now. This moment. This is the moment that matters.

After years of not being on the ‘right path’ and facing obstacle after obstacle, the universe has decided to make up for lost time. So this crazy luge I’m riding may lead to quitting my job + full-time school + fellowships + independent consulting + applications to doctoral programs + the faculty track.

Could it be?
My dreams?
Coming true?
Really?
Me?

It seems like every time I turn around, there’s someone offering me an opportunity. But I can’t get my hopes up yet. Very little is resolved. But I hope. And hope. And hope some more.

And tomorrow I will gather a flock of kids and their adults for a celebration of spring, complete with an egg scavenger hunt up a long dirt road to the base of a castle, followed by a walk in the woods to look for birds & buds.

At some point, in the shadow of some tree, I will pause for a moment, allow the others to run ahead, look deep into the forest and say:

Thank You.