living the dream.

an old painting that reminds me of me today...


i had a star of a thought today, in the bathroom at work where all good insights happen.

i realised quite suddenly that i was living my dream.

i have the job i always wanted to be: an editor. when i was a kid i thought it would be a run of the mill book editor, and instead i am a web content editor. i had a large and goofy smile on my face all day as i realised just how much i love being a word geek, surrounded by sparkling men and women who really dig working with each other.

i have the passion i always wanted to have: art ~ writing ~ photography. i am so BLESSED to do what i do, and to have souls surrounding me, loving what i do, urging me on. my art is evolving and growing and becoming just what it wants to be. it will always do this.

i love a man, and he loves me. and not only this, he is the most incredible man i have ever met. he called me at work, just to say hello, and after we hung up, i giggled and put my head on my desk, telling my deskbuddy that i liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiked him. hello lovesick teenager leonie.

and i have a me. a tender, vulnerable, raw, open hearted, journalling, giggling me. the me who turns up every day, rain hail or shine, to feel the lessons of this life.

this perfect moment of realisation ~ it is the snapshot of the dancer mid leap, forever poised, a look of ecstasy shining in her face. the dancer who has been dancing since the start, and will continue even after the cameras have gone. each moment is perfect, each moment is sublime.

most especially this one.