There is a balance when you face new things, that moment when you stand on tiptoe, holding to the reality you know while tipping toward the unknown. Is this the right job? Is this the right partner? Should I commit to this friendship?
Like fairies, we poise, wings fluttering, one arm outstretched toward the promise, but one eye glancing behind, making sure that the safety of what we know is still there, ready for us to retreat back into those known, tested waters.
What drove those first explorers? What blind faith allowed them to plunge ahead, despite every assurance that beyond the horizon the world dropped into an abyss filled with dragons? What faith allows us to extend our trust to new lovers, new adventures, new lives? How much easier to retreat from the new opportunity, assuring ourselves that our time of trying is over. “I’m too old.” “I’m too tired.” “My time of doing (fill in the blank) is over.”
But is it? Is it easier to live with the regret of never knowing?
And so, Sookie poises, looking back to what she knows, but unable to stop moving toward the light that draws her: Blond, tall, blue-eyed and the ability to make her laugh, this new promise is too strong to be denied.
May the unknown adventure find each of you, and may that adventure bring you equal moments of delight.
Thank you, Ms Buffy. I am happy to hear that the weather is cooperating and making you feel better. I wish you all good things.
Happy Sunday (from my part of the world)