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?"