It has been almost three years. Three years of working, three years of finding, three years of wondering, wandering and watching. Time does fly, as they say so often. I like to believe moving faster makes time fly slower, but that truly only works near the speed of light, a speed I never achieve. Moving faster just makes the present moments blur. In my new and recent time of stillness and quietness, I have taken moments to stop, to quit the go go go, the do do do, and just to wait. What is it that the Universe wants for me, what is it that I want for myself? I thought it was to find love, to restore habitat for fish, I thought it was to return to Costa Rica, I thought it was to make books, to write stories, to create art. I did some of those things, but finding love was the most powerful of all; it eclipsed all the other things when it finally happened. Love is everything. In my heart, I already knew that, but my soul longed for the reality of the experience. I already knew that I'm a late bloomer, as my mom always told me. I'm a thinker, a ponderer, a wanderer. So, in these three years of manifesting my dreams, I took some moments to look back, to review, and I found old stories, old sketches, and a new resolve. It has been three years of preparing, and three years is plenty enough. Now, it is time to barrel ahead, as they say in Texas. I spent all this time fixing to do this, and now I'm doing it. The fixing is done. So this is the ending of something, and the beginning of something else. I am dropping all my fears of change, of it being done, and I'm just letting go, I'm just on a path to do it.