This morning I wished it would have just happened – overnight. As I opened my eyes I wanted to feel confident, and affirmed, as a professional writer.
Have you heard of that therapy exercise? The one that says overnight, while sleeping, what you have wished for has been granted. Yet when you wake the following morning, you are unaware of its happening. As you begin the day, what do you notice around you to indicate your desire has been conferred?
I would notice a feeling, or rather a silenced voice. Inside I would, no longer, hear that hard, condescending voice whispering, “Who are you kidding?” That would be it. Not much else would be different.
I would feel myself waking to a new day pondering my to dos, reading the thoughts the Muse woke me during the night to write and secure for the morning light. What would be different … I would sense, in the depth of my soul, my reason to be … to write; and know its accord with friends and family.
Finally, the tree that fell in the forest would have found its ear.