Ah, these beautiful moments.
I am at the edge of a precipice, teetering, pondering if the fall would be worth it or if I should turn and run away.
I love the edge. It’s exciting. It’s scary. It’s like flying and falling. My stomach is churning and my heart is light. Adventure awaits. That incredible rush of anticipation has me in its grip. This is where I am happiest. This is where I thrive.
It’s like the springtime. Slow rising temperature. Unveiling glorious new growth, revealing the beauty that has been hidden in the icy winter months. Knowing that soon, these days could be scorching. Maybe sooner than I imagined.
It’s like an arrow drawn taut, quivering, waiting, knowing that any second could be the last right here, but the next will be the place I was destined for. Or at least far closer to the target than still clinging to the bow.
Oh yes, life is chalk full of these beautiful moments. I am so glad I am learning to slow down and see them, feel them, become them.
What a beautiful, incredible life!