Recently I had a sleepless night. The good kind. The kind where ideas finally start flowing, where the path at last begins to reveal itself.
This is an ode to that moment, to the tipping point from vague uncertainty to clarity and inspiration. It's scary how up until that point you haven't really entirely grasped the full terror of that barren land, that period where you are grasping, but not sure if in the right direction, that time which can stretch to unbearable lengths due to circumstances, lack of time for ideas to form, absence of the right spark.
I just want to reassure you that if your heart is fully engaged, even if you are not sure of the form or shape of where it's pulling you, that moment will come. Trust in this. So many people give up during the drought, they get lost in the wasteland or forget why it was worth pursuing a dream or an idea in the first place. But they miss out on the rain and the rainbow. They miss out on being filled with clarity and purpose and all the things that make life magical and worth living.
The sun always rises. The rain always comes. And then it's time to dance.