I was lost and couldn't find my way home.

Where was I?

No GPS for my soul.

Vulnerable.

Off-course.

No roadside assistance or AAA (Awesomely Authentic Adventure).

Sent out an SOS.

To my heart.

Kept dreaming.

Kept believing.

Kept writing.

An author said to me something I'll never forget.

She said, "It's not a matter of if your book will be published."

"It's a matter of when you'll meet your editor."

Woe.

The path was there all along.

The love was there all along.

It created a sense of playfulness.

Every day living into that possibility.

Every day living into that love.