but if you brave the night and chase the moon,
she just might carry you until suddenly...
you are flying.
|my first sweater waits for me|
If I waited until I felt "good enough" to try anything, I would probably never try anything. Usually, confidence waits for me at fear's back door. So here I am at the front, with willingness gently nudging me forward. I find myself at fear's front door quite a bit these days. The good news, the door is always open to enter and walk through.
I know I talk about our move a lot. As we get closer to the date, finalize our plans, and pack, I feel myself trembling. I have been in Florida most of my life, 27 years. Though I have never felt this place was my true home, I know deeply what I will miss...
the live oaks strung heavy with Spanish Moss,
the salty smell and sandy beaches,
the long fingered palms that paint the sky,
the lakes that scatter, glimmer, and deepen like diamonds,
and the reliable sun, always healing, always uplifting.
I will miss these things, yes, but I would miss more the things I have not seen. Make friends with risk, I tell myself, and she will show you courage....
and you? are you taking a risk? I would love to hear yours :).