The coffee is brewing and with my late start I hear the sounds of movement in my house as the kids (and dog) breath life into the house.
I plan to jump in to Five Minute Friday pre-coffee. (smile)
The topic: GRASP.
Wish me luck….
I see it. Off in the distance. Near the horizon.
Naturally I increase my pace. Left, right, left, right.
Huff, huff, huff, huff.
I swing my arms lightly letting the wind restyle my curly coils. I feel it dry the drops of moisture from my skin.
I am running to get it.
But every morning I have the same intention with no such luck.
It seems in my grasp yet my hands are still empty.
I'm not even close enough to clutch it and whine like a 2 year-old…"this is mine".
Because although I see it…I feel it…I want it…its not mine.
Its not close enough.
Its not within reach.
Its not in my grasp.
Until then I will keep rising early and meeting its teasing head on.
The teasing rings loud and clear…"if you want me, come get me."
And I am gutsy enough to say "You're on!"
Question: What in your life seems doable but not quite in your grasp? Share in the comments.
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