It came forth not with a flash but a roar of thunder, subtle but growing until its crescendo of a slap against the skies of my soul.
The shift begins, and the pressure shift is a sensation and excitement like no other.
Not all of the change is perfect happiness. There are hard decisions to make and sacrifices to be made, and I can already see one of the small forks on the trail ahead. But I'm ecstatic for the simple that its happening.
Change is good.
Change means I'm living, and they are all changes in the right direction.
I throw myself headlong into this shift with all of the force of my passionate soul.