This is about leaving the ground
It’s about leaping without looking
About what is out there and not in here
This is about possibility and passion
About what can be discovered, uncovered, and found
This is not about anyone but me
This is about what I have been afraid of.
Fear that is disembodied, no substance to it and disappears like smoke in a strong breeze
A breeze that blows through and brings with it opportunity and more possibility
It’s about what is possible.
It’s about a butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of feeling; a stirring of excitement; a reach into the unknown
It’s about time and what to do with the remaining hours, days, months, years.
This is about soaring above and seeing life, my life, from a different perspective
It’s about trust and letting go
It’s about knowing and feeling that the time is right
It’s about looking back at what is clinging at you, holding you, me, back, holding you to old patterns, holding me to old stories and gently asking them to let go
And if they don’t let go…
It’s about grabbing a mother-fucking samurai sword and severing those things that cling, that are holding me back
Because this is not about what came before
It’s about what is in front of me now