You know when you buy a new book and four pages in you can’t put it down? That’s me. Right now. Only I’m not reading anything – it’s my life.
I have always lived a little on the edge. Sometimes literally. Like the edge of a mountain in Jasper, Alberta. Or the edge of the Atlantic Ocean in St. Andrew’s-by-the-Sea, New Brunswick.
The beginning chapters of my book, aka my life, were fueled by passion. Passion for adventure. Passion for happiness. Passion for exploring what made me soar.
That was until a few years ago when there was a plot twist in my story. But it wasn’t one of those “oh my gawd what is going happen next” twists; it was more of a “maybe the next chapter will get better” twists.
I wasn’t even in the middle of my novel yet. I had to somehow stoke the embers of my passion. I needed to re-ignite the flame before they turned to ashes. While it didn’t come naturally – or easily – I forced myself to be selfish.
I took a chance.
That chance – the part of the story when conflict arises – has led to something magical. Something I have never experienced before: Sheer happiness.
I am me again, only better. I dance like no one is watching. I laugh until my belly hurts. I offer warm smiles to strangers passing by. I am embracing life and living it to the fullest. All of the clichés that are fueled by passion.
So peeps, consider yourselves all warned: The passion is back and it is more fierce than ever. All because I took a chance.
Stay tuned for the next chapters as they’re going to be ridiculously adventurous!
ps – I have zero regrets on the chapters that were a little less exciting. Sometimes we need those lulls so the exciting ones are even more so.8