Babies don’t pay attention to due dates.
Beautiful days don’t heed your calendar.
There is no universal law that says that you have to wait exactly 180 days before you can officially pronounce that you are in love and that it is real.
There is no doctrine that says you have to search for houses for three months before finding your dream home.
Same goes for jobs. Or careers. Or a good pair of blue jeans. Or a story, blog post, novel, poem. All of it.
There is no logic. No rationale. No formula. No reason.
Simply put: you know when you know. You know?
Of course, you might move. You might move on. You might find another passion. Eventually.
That’s not the point.
I’m not talking about forever, no one can claim forever. In case you hadn’t noticed, ‘forever’ is in this vague, non-tangible, surreal thing we call ‘the future’.
But anyone can claim today. Right now. Exactly how you feel. When it feels right.
Anything right with you right now that you want to write about?
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