My calling has been tapping at my insides. Softly, letting me know it is there. It is patient. It knows I will answer when I am ready. When I find my own way of letting go.

Questions spin around within me. They dance through my veins, taunting my every thought. It is overwhelming.

But I have never felt a pull like this before. When my time comes, I will flee. I will go and look back with only gratitude. Fully breaking down all of my past obligations until they are dust.

I seek only truth and light and freedom. I don’t yet know what that means, but when I can provide an answer, I will receive one in return. One that is pure. It is love that both keeps me here and sends me away. Because it knows me well.

I will be my own guide on this journey. I will float and intertwine with possibility. I will kiss the souls of new friends that I have yet to meet. I will laugh at everything and breathe in each day as if it were a flower.

This is my calling. I hear you. I hear me.

I will write and share and create and document and travel. And through these endeavors I will carve out a life for myself that most closely resembles the visions of my raw spirit, whatever those may turn out to be.

The best time to start living on my own terms is right now. And if I discover a new calling along the way, I will reverently allow myself to pursue that upon its realization.

Until then, here I will be, taking chances, seizing opportunity, and floating through existence with intention.

Let us call ourselves floating beings. Let us perceive things in ways we never have before, and allow the winds of change to carry us onward.

To whoever is reading this, thank you. Let’s begin, shall we?

With love, Claire