For a million reasons

I am lying in my bed and my legs are tired. The snow is falling beautifully and I am covered by my warm duvet. My hair is wet and my room is clean. I am lying in my bed and I am thankful. Thankful to experience the change of season, thankful that there is a time for everything.

The snow is moulding the outside landscape into shapes of white. The outside is cold, calm and quiet. I am lying in my bed and I am thinking. Forever thinking. Forever reflecting upon everything.

The past few months have been different. Very different than the 17 years I have spent as a student. I am adjusting to the realisation that it is now it truly begins; the shift, changes and developments; the growth. This takes time. Time, time, time and endless thoughts. Considering, reconsidering, listening, writing, creating, moving, researching, meeting, dreaming, reflecting, observing. And more and more and more; all the work I believe is required in order to do what I believe I am meant to do.

Sometimes life moves ahead of me, other times I move ahead of life. And then there are these moments; moments when I lie in my bed after another day. A day that ended with snow falling. Moments when the quietness surrounds me and I am reminded that it is all part of a process beyond me. When I remember that I am lucky. Lucky because I can sleep in my warm bed. Lucky for a million reasons.