Early this morning, I was at the laundromat waiting for my clothes to dry when my “restless heart” came alive after reading the following quote :
I think most folks are born with restless hearts of one variety or another. And they keep on feeling that restlessness until they find the thing that cures it. Sometimes it’s a place. Sometimes it’s a person. A career, maybe. The chance to travel where they like. It’s different for everyone.
After I had finished this passage from the book, “Come Home for Christmas, Cowboy” by Megan Crane. It got me thinking about what I wanted to write about today.
First of all…yes…I am reading a holiday book at probably one of the most un-holiday times of the year. So, no making fun of me because laundry time is one of the best times to read uninterrupted!
Second.., I have a restless heart?!?! Again, yes…I do…to some extent. For as long as I could remember, I’ve longed for something other than what I had. Growing up, I was lonely, and had few friends. Many a day, I sat looking out the window and dreaming of places far and away. I wanted to do anything that would get me out of the house. My restless heart was unhappy.
But that was long ago.
Today, I am happy to say that I have had more adventures since I was lonely teenager. I have seen and done many things to keep that “restless heart” at bay. However, in recent years, that old feeling has cropped up a time or two. When it happens, I know it is time for me to make a change in my life. Whether it’s a job, a move to a new location, or whatever, that feeling won’t go away unless I do something about it. And that is the key…I need to do something about it.
As I sit here and write this piece, I realize that for the last nine months or so, I have been doing a lot to keep my “restless heart” quiet. However, it doesn’t want to be silent any more. I think it is time to #embracethechanges coming my way and let that “restless heart” lead me somewhere else.