I never fail to surprise myself.
Someone told me in December that if I would stop moving so fast, that opportunities could catch up to me, and maybe whatever it was that I was running around looking for, I could see it if I stood still.
So, I tried it. I’ve spent months convincing myself that I am “content right here”, that “this is fine for me”, and that I am happy to “settle down just as things are.”
But I got the best of me.
As always; as soon as I get comfortable with the idea of sitting still; I look over the edge and then all hell breaks loose. Before I know it, I have two feet in the air and am weightless.
At first I think, “Aw, fuck. Come on, get it together. Get back up there. You can do this. It’s not that bad.”
But it’s no use. I give in to the weightless feeling and toss my head back into the sun.
If there is a cliff, I will jump. Whatever opportunity or thing I am looking for, if it can’t catch up then it’s not what I am looking for.
By fall I will be gone.
