The thing about starting over is that the world is filled with possibilities.
From loss to possibilities . . . a huge, wonderful leap.
I’ve closed my eyes, checked my straps and I’m about to jump from the plane.
So scared, so proud . . . of myself.
I am my own heroine. Moving forward to make the life I’ve chosen.
So stuck . . . for so long.
Where to from here?
The best days, scariest rides . . . still to come.
Places and people waiting around the corner.
I am an unfinished story, fraught with possibilities.
I want to dance . . . spin, in wide circles.
Close my eyes and falling - know
that I’ve fallen before and know how to rise.
Awkward – that time on your knees – regrouping.
Before you stand, wavering, unsure.
That is when I choose to dance – that moment.
So, you are right – I will fall.
For me, falling is essential.
Mistakes – elemental.
Not “NO FEAR” nor “fearless”
Filled with fear and jumping anyway
That’s me.
