This is from an old workshop I designed, it kind of feels like the right image for whatever this story is.

Oh my goodness. I can’t believe I am making this commitment to myself. It’s not even 3am and my heart is telling me I have to get out of bed to start — cripes I couldn’t even get two sentences in and, even at this hour, got interrupted by the dog barfing in her bed —writing to myself. To be more specific, I need to listen to my heart speak to me every day until I have heard all it has to say to me.