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Reflection:

When do we finally realize that stress is choking our lives?  Along the way, somehow you decided that you’d head off the beaten path, forge one for yourself, and jump off the cliff?

Ha, it reminds me of the scene in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (sorry, haven’t read the book) when the whale is suddenly called into existence by the improbability drive.  It immediately begins attempting to conceive of its surroundings and body, greeting the world and wooshing air with newfound excitement…and then it hits the ground.

However, we humans cannot suddenly appear with an improbability button and if we do decide to start flying through the air, it usually involves some thought pre-flight or none at all.  I wonder then, when the fall downwards occurs, I suppose we either have conscious thoughts, or none at all.

For myself, this lengthy comparison describes my current life and the decisions needing to be made.  It’s almost as if I want to jump off the cliff but can’t decide which kind of landing gear I want to wear and am considering diving head first anyway.  Well, actually, it’s probably not that serious.  It’s more the stress before a decision.  The choices that need to be made before a leap. 

Thankfully, there is stress before a decision.  The excitement in not knowing what is at the bottom is unbearable, but the journey should be fantastic….right?  At least that’s what I’m hoping.

There are certain things we can’t take with us on a dive off a cliff.  I’ll make a list just in case you were wondering:

1) No laptops.

2) No pets. (they won’t enjoy the journey)

3) Pillows.  (hard as you try to cushion the fall, you have to trust your parachute)

4) The ground. (it is absolutely necessary that you let jump off the cliff, untie yourself from the tree, let go of that boulder…etc)

A drawn-out metaphor? Perhaps, but I’ve found personally the strength in living in the moment, trusting in my capabilities (which requires knowing your qualities and trusting that you are capable, believing you are capable), and I’ll probably forget this in the morning.

I’ll wake up, not excited that I have to roll out of bed to turn off my bleeping alarm, and I’ll start thinking about the cost of the day.  Which hours go where, how I’ll commute to school, if I’ll have any time to eat or exercise….and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll check my wordpress and remind myself that it’s okay to live one day at a time.  I’ll remember that I am able and armed with truth and that I am doing what I need to do.

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