Seasons…different seasons, they come and go. There are time that the seasons seems to be nice and smooth as if the world sails by in a bright almost whimsical way. Happiness joins with merry measure with peace and harmony. Times like this are few. And often they come when we leapt off a cliff of faith.
Girl looking at lake on a summer’s day.
Or if you are like me, you still there. Toes curled at the end taking so deep a breath that it hurts. You know what lies in the past, and you have a dim view of the future. But the present seasons hits hard and fast between the eyes and all you know is that you have to jump.
You poise. Then second guessed. What if you fall? What if you success? What if? What if? What if? It rings over and over in your head. Shaking your head won’t do, it never does anything but gives you a headache.
The storms came and your body is battered. You know what to do.Yet you stand there, willing yourself not to cry. Willing yourself to jump, but can’t. As if a force holds you back.
Further still, you thought of family. Jobs. Security. Finances, Must-dos, Comforts of home. “What If?” Screams in your head.
YES! “What If indeed?” Breaks through the noise. A sharpness fresh air so crisp and clean pierces through musky hard to breathe air. For a moment you stand there, confident strong, and tall. You’re sure. Without a doubt and for a moment you celebrate the victory already claimed long ago. And then into unknown beauty…