An Odyssey: Prelude

An odyssey

 

prelude

It’s universally known as an epic poem attributed to the great Homer but what does an odyssey actually mean?

"A long series of wanderings especially filled with notable experiences and hardships"--sound familiar?

During my unplanned 11 month and a half hiatus—I made my mind up that my “blog comeback” would have significance and quantity or nothing at all.

Instead of seeking inspiration—I just let life happen with no expectations. 

What will, be will be.

The thoughts, the reality of the moment—chaotic and all—I would write down. A writer will always write.

During writing something “so unimportant it was important”, I realized just how minimal my expectations had become. As I looked down at the fragments of words, I felt liberated.

“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”

-Alexander Pope

This did not come natural to me—having no expectations. It was (and sometimes still) completely foreign to me but more than anything it has to be associated with some of the most uncomfortable and terrifying moments of my life.

 Not only was I going against my nature but I was placing fear in my path and walking straight towards it. Because in order for me to truly take the mission of my odyssey seriously—I was going to have to do things that I had never done before—physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally.

Accept it. Process it. Learn from it.

Be better because of it.

“Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them”

-Mark Twain

Accepting the challenge—the challenge to go through with no expected outcome—is terrifying! But I would rather be terrified standing up for myself in efforts to being the best possible version of me.

Shouldn’t everyone be worthy of an odyssey?

Who said that the “ridiculous wanderings” and “unforeseen happenings” of life are not part of a significant and beautiful masterpiece?

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I am standing in the center of waist deep grass that gracefully dances in the wind, creating vertigo within my psyche.

As I slowly walk towards something that I can't see but am gravitated to.

It’s waiting. There is something waiting for me.

Yet there seems be nothing relevant in sight.

Nothing—it has proven to paralyze me when efficient enough but this nothing is different; a different breed.

There’s potential in this Nothing.

There something in this Nothing. 

There’s purpose in this Nothing.

“Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not.”

-Valery Satterwhite

-BMynroe

(RaChelle-Denise McKinney)