Getting ready to jump OR Big decisions for Ally

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again. – Annie Dillard

I am waking up bit by bit these days. The murky fog of frustration has sat heavy upon me. It has followed with such persistence that I chuckle at the resemblance I must make to Linus from Peanuts.

I have tried to push my hands through the film to glimpse a sliver of daylight. Its crystal clear realization has been a long time coming and it flooded in like pure white hope.

The next part is apparent. It is just past the ledge before me. I am so very close. So ready to jump discover a new part of myself. So ready for the next chapter.

Upon my approach, I am quaking a bit internally, but sure as I’ll ever be. (Besides, I’ve seen that all the good jumps make your tummy flip-flop a bit.)

Closer and closer we inch…








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Tomorrow: stretching before the jump