So often in life, we need harvest time.
We need to uproot everything we’ve been producing and sort the authentic from the destructive.
When this is done, we must burn our fields and start anew.
This is my harvest time. Yesterday, I gave notice at a job that means well, but is sucking my soul right out of me.
Yesterday, I also gave zero notice as I destroyed a relationship that had been destroying me.
As I purged the poisons from my system, I noticed a feeling of new, of hope, of authenticity bubbling up inside of me.
I took account of all the beautiful sorted out from the evil and realized, my life is so so good.