Enough

I should be working on my novel. I should be cleaning my apartment. I should be making more progress on my art piece.

I should...

I should...

I should...

“No,” I hear the wind whisper. “You should lie on a towel on a sandy dune, with the sharp grass all around you. You should stare at the shipwreck on the beach and listen to the tide come in. You should bury your toes in the sand. You should let the sunlight blind you.”

I should...

I should...

I should...

But so many pieces of the past six months have not gone the way I wanted them to. I have to figure out what happened. I have to fix what’s wrong.

“So what?” the wind whispers in my ear. “So fucking what? Look where you are. Look at this amazing place. You are here for a reason. Don’t forget that. You knew you had to come here for life to start. So let it start. Stop trying to force it into something it’s not. Let your life begin and let yourself follow where it goes. Stop trying so hard to fit yourself into other people’s lives. Let your own life be enough.”