I couldn’t think of one.
I’m sure there has to have been one but I can’t recall it at the moment.
Plus it’s no secret that I’m more of the sort of gal who wades in slowly.
Years of being the back- up plan for the failed attempts of so many others and not really having anything outside of myself as a back -up plan for me tends to make one cautious. I don’t know which wears you down more- being landed on, or not having a place to land- but both can be pretty damaging if you experience them enough.
Sometimes I hate myself for it. Sometimes I’m glad I do it.
Still it must be nice to be able to take a deep breath, step into the majestic unknown, experience the excitement, the uncertainty, the exhilaration and the euphoria, then land coolly on your feet.
That’s some leap.
World perspective -
I catch my breath and then… I wish I may, I wish I might….
I’m still not there yet but it doesn’t mean I won’t ever be. As a good friend once said to me, “Too long in one spot will blister your keister!”
I get it. I promise. This is our lifetime.
Peaceful Journey, MMN, you sleep now. From this world to the next you will remain in our hearts.