changing directions

I'm letting go. Changing directions. Starting over at 52 doesn't have to be so bad. Hey, I started over at 48 - and I did quite well. Amazing, come to think of it. So let's do it again.

I guess the biggest challenge is starting something new, realizing that failure is an option, a gruesome thought this late in the game.The longer I live the more I come to understand that if I hold onto my fear, my warped assumptions, my 'what ifs', there's a good chance I'll be sitting in this very seat, ten years - twenty years - from now. Don't get me wrong - I like this spot. But I want more spots. More spots with a view. More successes to delete from my bucket list.

I will begin with education - isn't that ironic - the More You Know. Thanks, NBC. Then a plan. Then an execution. Throw in some patience and Voila! No more vanilla, regular, or standard for me! I'll be a over-flowing BIG GULP, a Venti with mile-high whipped topping, and a neon 'mind-blowing' Green.

Have you changed directions? What propelled you?

jumping off

Jumping off anything is problematic. Plus, it doesn't help when little people stand behind you and whine, "Just go already." It's hard enough to climb the mountain much less leap from the edge without hesitation, or at the very least, sweat. "Of course I'll go," I squeal, "just give me a sec."

And then I jump.

Alright, yes, that's my husband and not me, but I'm still plummeting right along with him - sort of! I don't breathe until I see his cute little head bobbing up and down in the water below. 

But he did it. Successfully. Without reservation. The tinge of doubt he had vanished as he took a chance, hit the water and lived to tell the tale. Lesson learned.

With that in mind, I'm jumping off. I'm taking the plunge, going head first and following my passion. I like to think it's been forming all my life, but it is only at this very moment, that passion and craft and need have collided. I'll tell you all about - that is - when I nail down the specifics. It's a picture-perfect brainchild!

Have you ever "jumped off" and wondered, "what took me so long?"