Something I Forgot To Do.

This sense that there is more to experience yet, more to understand, I have yet to truly step into who I know I really am. I sit and sip tea in the living room, old French and vintage jazz play, I smile and dream. Emotions lately fluctuate like a tiger pacing, from anxiety to euphoria, as if a portal to another dimension is closing and opening.  Soon I must pass through to the next dimension; a newer world awaits. Doors close and others open. I am filled with hope joy, and excitement. My music is still inside; I only need to start to listen again. Now I am healing, growing, shedding skin again, bringing together all those fragmented parts that have been scattered across my soul.  Asking myself over and over again: what is it that is missing? What is it I’m not doing? What is that something I have forgotten to do?