I do not have a fabulously flashy life. I don't travel to exotic places. I don't have a successful career. I don't live in a perfect dream house. I DO have a fabulous life though. It is simple. It is quiet. It is peaceful. And it is perfectly lovely most of the time. (mom life is sometimes brutal of course)
And the other foot hovering over a new space that's kind of dark and mysterious. It seems to call to me ... whispering words I can almost hear. And sometimes I almost plant my foot down in that space which would allow me to see a bit more clearly what that spot actually is ... but it's never quite happened. I always linger a bit too long and allow my brain to talk me out of it;
When I was up and getting things going for the morning I realized a battle was being waged at that very moment ... You know that familiar "2 shoulders" thing ... one side "good-positive-optimistic" and one side "bad-negative-pessimistic" ... it was SO happening.