At the edge of the beginning | 30.07.2017

At the Edge

30.07.2017

Suddenly this moment has come. The edge of possibility.  A wash of strings, a mirage of life lines, just sitting there eagerly waiting. Waiting for me to take my step, to leap...jolt into life. Am I scared shitless? Of course! But life is a lovely adventure and will always go the way it goes. No matter what. That 'knowledge' brings me comfort, helps me sleep at night…so to speak.

There’s a flow of life that will relentlessly take you where it’s taking you, the best thing to do is to let go, relax, and swim along. (Not saying you can just sit back and ‘good’ stuff will happen to you…you do need to swim…so to speak)

This doesn't mean that it’s always easy. God no. There are rough patches, moments where you keep getting bashed into rocks. Bruises, cuts and scars will form. Leaving you begging for just one break…but as I say, life goes on. The only thing you can count on is that it won’t go on like that forever, and soon enough you’ll float back into a calm, washy stream, you just have to ride it out.

I digress. The point is that I’m at the edge of the beginning. I’m a the top of the page, switching from an old chapter to a new. Or having thought about it…it’s more like closing a novella and starting a novel.

When people hear that I recently closed a chapter in my life, they immediately want to know the synopsis of the next one. It’s only human, a burning curiosity, or perhaps just a simple kindling on the fire that is small talk…I don’t blame them; I’m the same. I find myself trying to peek ahead, brainstorming what could happen next. 

It’s tough to stay at the moment, to take life as it comes, and just fully flow with it at the moment. But I still have some time to practice…and in the mean time, I’ll continue just showing up in the places where things happen (About 5000 miles away from the comfort zone) 

…And you know, work on being a more consistent writer…