My soul is like, maybe the equivalent of a 10 year old.

She hates the heaviness of the world and my life. She would hundred percent rather be running through the mud in the backyard with my daughter.

But when I wake up in the middle of the night, and I remember I have created a children’s book, she’s just… she screams a joyous primal scream. That’s all she wants from this, me to feel that feeling. She doesn’t care about money. She doesn’t care about success. She has been waiting my whole life to hold our book in my hands.

Her squawking is real loud at 2:30 in the morning, but I forgive her. 43 years is a long time for a 10 year old to wait.

Your soul feels young too, even when it’s an “old soul.” It loves ice cream and swimming, running through the grass and contemplating a dive into the mud. Souls love to experience life in the body, that’s what they’ve come here to do. So, let them. Are you taking enough healthy risks? Are you satisfying curiosities? Facing fears? Surprising yourself with courage? 

Are you doing the thing you’ve been wanting to do your whole life, yet? And if not, what would you have to let go of in order to do the thing? Because I promise you, letting yourself fall in the face of your soul’s wish doesn’t feel like falling. It feels like… 


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