There are instances when a woman feels she can leap tall buildings in a single bound, even out fly Superman, if she chooses. I covet this moment more than finding the perfect opening sentence (but only because I trust in my voice to arrive at one even if I have to write it one hundred and two times). I live for the rush. It’s empowering. It’s raw strength pelting through my veins at Luke Skywalker light speeds. I LOVE IT! It’s not an ‘at will or on demand’ state of mind. It comes when it comes and you’d better damn well be ready to strap on your cape and fly with the roughnecks through uncharted territory, when it does.
I liken it to a woman peeling back her layers, knocking down the Berlin wall she hides behind, and then, naked and free from her own demon fears, she runs recklessly through her life, kicking boxes of regrets and fears out of her way, until she arrives breathlessly at her next step. What happens next?
All too often, a woman will soar to the moment of awareness as gracefully as an eagle flies over the Rockies at daybreak, but after arriving at that point of change, she falters on the edge, teetering with fear and indecision. Some look to the heavens for guidance, and pause, hoping for a sign. Some would argue a message will ensue if we are patient and can read cosmic clouds. Sadly, all too many will stand still waiting for another shot of super power for the courage to step forward and realize what’s waiting the other side of the rubble.
I’d argue a woman, or man for that matter, of any age, who has taken the time to stand out from behind the clutter of broken dreams, fears, oh no’s, I couldn’t possibility, and has arrived at the next big thing in life, should simply jump forward. It’s just life. What can go wrong if you don’t have all the answers or mistakes are made? What’s the worst that can happen?
Having traversed the same threshold a few times myself, I’d argue the worst that will happen if you teeter on the edge gripped in fear is you’ll miss an opportunity to breathe in risk and enjoy the raw pleasure of life. Maybe your big risk is saying I love you or goodbye, to the only one that made your heart pound like the keys of a piano does from The Rach.3 (Rachmaninoff). Maybe you’ll hesitate from hitting SEND for fear of rejection. Maybe you think if you wait long enough someone will come along, show you the way, and ease the burden of trekking it alone through uncharted territory. What happens if you freeze in time?
You’ll not make a memory, have a story to tell, a box of love letters to read. You’ll have wasted the rush of life. BOOHOOHOO!
When the moment of frenzy swoops down on you, grab your cape and let if take you where you need to go. When you arrive at the cliff, don’t hesitate, jump with your heart and mind wide open. You’ll not want to miss a single instance. Life is best lived, raw and without a guidebook.