No Stowaways

In 2017 I travelled to Rio and lived there for 72 days. I’ve been here in the Philippines for over 9 months. I’ve had not a single visitor. I’ve extended the invitation and had conversations with several friends about them visiting. Their responses are typically enthusiastically affirmative yet none have visited.

My point is simple: On my journey there are no stowaways. He will place the right people needed for the trip. I can do my best to insert others but I’m not the Director. I’m simply along for the ride and need to suit up and show up and enjoy the show. My journey is my own and not that of others.

Today, Thursday, August 8, 2019, I am grateful that:

Some sense of normalcy has returned. Having been sick for a couple of days, my writing and routine have been interrupted but that’s no longer an issue and I’m happy to be writing with vigor once more.

I’m realizing my journey is my own. I doubt if I’ll continue to invite others to share in my journey, at least at this juncture. Maybe at some point in the future but for now, this part of the journey is all mine.

I can see the end of my second novel in sight. I’ve been working on its completion for months now and I’m finally at a point where I can see that’s about to happen. It’s been more challenging than the first but it’s time to get this one done and begin work on at least one more novel, maybe two simultaneously.

Enjoy Your Journey. Be Impactful!