I woke up at six this morning for no reason, unable to fall back to sleep. I wondered when things would come together for me, pining for change – dealing with the anxiety of not knowing exactly where life is going (or where I am taking myself).
Later on I received good news that resulted in me skipping through my house.
When you make a choice to jump toward something completely different, you don’t always hit the ground straight away. Sometimes you float along for awhile in some strange world of transition, the ground so deliciously close you can smell the earth.
Finally, after all, you land with a soft thud.