I’m giving up on low-hanging fruit. On the things that I can grasp on my own. The easily attained, the rational and visible – the comfortable. I’m climbing to the top. To pluck and devour the fruit with my name on it. Unseen from the ground.
I used to think that what didn’t work was a signal that I should stop. To find another outlet. But that isn’t the meaning of the signal. The signal is speaking and it’s saying, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”
Oh, I won’t.
Lift up your head. Find joy abounding. Release unjust weights. Receive your double portion. Pursue organic, Spirit-fed, free-range, scandalous, forbidden Fruit.