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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry#567 - Resolution Realization

It's a new year and my aspirations are different.
My wants have changed and my needs are more prominent.
I find myself travelling in my mind in a way I never did before.
I'm searching and this time I know what I am looking for.

My fears are no longer the same and my dreams are yearning, yelling, revolting.... To become a reality.

My patience has dwindled and has made me more determined, more focused, more certain.

I have no desire to be mediocre anymore.
I have no excuses left to tell myself. Instead I have reality. I have realization. I have drive.

So as I am standing here, at my bus terminal, waiting to board the vehicle that will take me to my destination of circumstance. My 9 to 5...
I ready myself for my inevitable journey of accomplishment. Knowing I must travel this road in faith and determination.
Confidence and strength.
Knowing self belief is most essential...
I ready myself.
For my voyage, to fly.

-Y. Salmon

*Image courtesy of @purposeofenvy via instagram.

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