The last phrase I wrote was something I felt had been impressed upon me about a year ago:
The best is yet to come.
I didn't know exactly what it meant. I didn't know when The Best would get here. I simply heard those words in my mind and caught glimpses of it wherever I went. So, I wrote it down in hopes that over time I would unravel the mystery, be able to look back, and say "A ha! I see how The Best got here!"
The adventurous part about this mystery phrase I read every day I wake up and every night before I go to sleep is that the best is always somehow still coming. In some strange way this mantra has changed my perspective over time and made me appreciate when The Best is happening right that very moment and not always dreading the current place I'm in, constantly in agony over when the next big thing will happen.
That being said, I am waiting for another big part of my life to begin or happen, as it were. But for now I find myself being content to know that The Best is both here and still coming. My reasoning being that if I heard that The Best is yet to come a year ago then The Best must be here now.
And maybe The Best has been here all along.
