Sometimes a day comes along where you feel strongly that you are in the wrong place. Today I also have that itchy feeling that I have experienced ever time I am about to burn my boats and bridges, and walk. This is how it starts - the itchiness. Which builds and builds until the final moment comes, which is like stepping off a cliff and free-falling. When I know I'm going to jump, and there is NOTHING I can do, because some other part of me is in control.
I've experienced this about eight times in my life. It's exhilarating, and the outcome is invariably necessary, but I recognise that although there's part of me that likes throwing all the cards up in the air, it's foolhardy. I could just choose to take a different path before pushing things to the cliff-edge. Walk away, but keep access to the boats and the bridges. In the knowledge that I may never have to use them again, but I could if I needed.
This is what I choose to take from today. Watch this space. Will I burn or have I evolved enough to walk away?
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