Yesterday I began what would be best described as a free fall. It's a long way down and I'm not sure what might happen on the way. I have been standing on the precipice of this cliff for quite some time now, but yesterday I finally leaped into the abyss.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soon 'whee' might become...'holy shit'...or perhaps it will mellow out into a more restrained and understated "wow."
Whee...holy shit...wow.
Yes, that about covers it.
It's funny how we expect these moments to have some major cosmic resonance, to feel big and important. Ultimately they're just little tiny blips on the cosmic radar. Just like most of the 'important' things into which we place so much of our focus and energy, they are mostly illusions.
I am not afraid. It's just a leap. Life isn't worth living without a few brave leaps into the great unknown.
Sometimes it becomes more difficult to hang on than it is to let go. Sometimes the thing that feels comfortable is actually really not comfortable at all. It's safe, convenient and it's soul sucking.
So we close our eyes, we count to ten and we leap.
WHEE...HOLY SHIT...wow.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life, you have always waited for this moment to arise." The Beatles
All your life, you have always waited for this moment to arise." The Beatles
xoxo
Madge
6 comments:
Free fall...quite likely that is how we discover our "wings".
What a wonderful post!
Alice:" Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs!"
Aw, Madge, it's not all the fall; the most important part is the landing. I predict one way or another you'll land on your feet like the minx you are, ready to run. Put on your sneakers, but don't sneak. Soar!
Lova ya,
Lo
I think I took that leap today too. I interviewed for a very high stress job with decent pay. The kind I swore I would never do again. But reality has set in, that I have to work now, until I am 70. Because I am near broke and it was confirmed as yesterday I got my quarterly Social Security Statement, and it has been revised once again. My retirement age was was 67.5 then 68.5, now it jumped all the way to 70! So now the plan is to grin and bear it. I have warned everyone that if I get the offer, THE BITCH IS BACK!
Yes, what Sarah said!
You GO, girl!
Thank you gals, it's always daunting making these kinds of leaps, but I find that they make life interesting.
Love
Madge
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