That little voice in your head.

We all have it.

It's unfiltered and comes through at the most inopportune times.

Squash.

Smash.

We tell our brains, let it die, please, for the love all that is good and orderly.

And then we wake up the next morning, bam, it's still there.

The nine o-clock gun just went off in Vancouver, and tomorrow at noon I'll hear the first bars of O Canada play.  It's comforting to hear, first of all, I know what time of day it is, at least twice out of twenty-four hours, so there's that, and second, I know it will always, always happen.  It is a for sure thing.  I've been living here for ten years, not one day has been missed.  There is comfort and security in that.  There is a sense of order and belonging.  Just like you and me, we will be here tomorrow.

But will we?

I obviously don't want to get into the weeds of what no one wants to talk about, but none of us are here forever.

So, that little voice that tells you to turn left instead of right.

What do you do with it?

What do you think about when that tiny little voice is telling you something you don't want anyone to hear on the  loud speaker of your life?  Like most, like me, you go to your job.  You take care of your kids, you love your husband and you let the balloon of YES go, into the universe.

You say,  go with GOD.  Because I don't know what to do with this.  Because this could ruin me.  But is it all that bad?  A new job?  A new perspective?  A new way of looking at things.

That little voice in your head is telling you something very important:  You've changed.  And that's okay.   It is a good thing, to want more, to love more, to do more of what makes you happy.

That is what the world needs: Love and Love.

Listen to the tiny inklings, let them blossom, let them form and then let life catch up with you.

That's all any of us can hope for.

Sandra XXOO