I feel like I’ve walked up a sky scrapper to the top floor where
I’m suddenly scared of heights. This is a culmination of events over a few
years when I started from the underground garage. It feels like I had to climb
the stairs through bad habits, sickness, weakness, fear, rude awakenings,
disappointment, falling down, bad luck… hear the violin playing the pity solo?
Now I see I was not alone. There was encouragement, kind
gestures, hugs, helping hands, healing, strength, health, new discoveries, good
luck, new friends, old friends renewed… Now that I’m in higher spirits, it’s a
little scary to think about falling.
Vertigo can be paralyzing. Just don’t look down. Take a deep
breath. Then keep going.
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