I dwell in possibility

I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—

Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—

Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
— Emily Dickinson

I saw the book pictured above a while ago and every time I see it, those three words speak to me. I looked up the poem and I could relate to how Dickinson feels about poetry when I think about writing. The act of sitting down to write is one of the things that fills a constant need in me. Even before I started blogging, I did a lot of writing - I even wrote 2/3 of a book once upon a time. I love writing. 

Possibility is:

  • A fresh notebook
  • A new day
  • An opportunity explored
  • Inspiration
  • An idea
  • Excitement
  • Energy
  • A new year

Today I'm 38 years old and I have a great life. Every single item on the list of possibilities up there is currently in my possession and if they weren't, I'd figure out how to get it - especially opportunity. My family has come through so much over the last few years and we're in a really good place right now. Opportunities abound. 

I like dwelling in possibility so much I think I'm going to do my best to never leave.

That's my birthday present to myself - possibility.