It is set in motion now. And I can see the distant cliff, and I begin to approach it, knowing that in a couple of months I will step off the comfort of solid and dependable earth and jump into the unknown. In the meantime, I need to try to sprout some wings so I don’t crash to the rocks below. Big enough wings to support my weight and all the other weight I am responsible for in my life. Big enough, at least, to let me glide around, even if I end up at the bottom.
But it’s partly inevitable, and partly welcome, and I think I need to do this, and I must believe that it is meant to be, and that good will come of it.
Oh, don’t you love this cryptic stuff?????