Today I’m thinking about that space in between. The space between what you have and what you want. I’m thinking about the effort and trust required to go from solid ground into thin air, with the belief that your leap will be met with footing that is not apparent until you step into nothingness.
The idea of nothingness lands heavy, like breath stuck in your chest, inviting fears that have been neatly tucked away to reveal their shadowed face. A visit that leaves brief paralysis.
But that is not who you are and you know it, so you gather yourself, breathe, and call on the light. “Yes, you can do this,” it encourages. “You can be terrified, unsure and resistant, and still step away.” And you can trust. Not from blind faith, but from something older and wiser that oversees such things, something that knows that the death of the old can be endured, and even celebrated given time.
But these fears don’t go away with good thoughts and pretty words, because you are opening and vulnerable. In this place you deny, reach for food, entertainment, drugs or anything that will numb the knowledge of what you must do.
Your dreams encourage you to jump, painting radiant pictures of a future self, while a frightened part believes that it cannot, and will not rise to the task. “Retreat,” it cries, “into places where growth is not required. No, no, not today please, maybe tomorrow.”
And so, night after night, you go to bed with the dark privacy of your deepest fears, wishing things could magically change, or that someone else could save your life. But there is no one else. When morning comes, you wake raw and exposed, knowing you can no longer live with the pain of staying still and small, because something inside has shifted, something you can no longer deny, numb or turn away. And so you prepare, asking what must be taken and what must be left, but not with words, because the answer lives in the language of feelings and instinct.
You know that the only way out is through, but even as you prepare to leap, the dying self clings, screaming excuses in your ears. “Stay small, stay safe!” But your listening is all used up. So on that terrifying and celebrated day, you close your eyes, call on whatever forces may guide and protect you, and finally, both with and without courage, you step away from what was. And that very act, that willingness and broadness of heart, opens and delivers you.
2 thoughts on “The Leap”
Gotta say, this resonates! I can imagine that anyone living life with a vision of moving forward, looking for growth, will hear this loud and clear. As always, you have a way of cutting to the chase in a most eloquent and precise way. Love it!!
This speaks so close to the heart Karen. Kind of left me breathless and unsure if I liked it at all, if you know what I mean. But so beautifully worded that I could literally feel my body responding…whew.