It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, my husband is off on a fishing trip, and I am sitting with a cup of coffee in the office. Sunlight is pouring through the window. Writing is the last thing on my mind. It’s a long weekend, and I am fortunate to have it free. I am a girl in serious need of relaxation, rest and perspective. Recent developments has made me feel like a mid-air trapeze artist, in between bars, flying towards the next branch. There is a blissful, yet terrifying moment –that space in between flight and falling. Barreling through the air; aware that injury is possible, but that success is equally as probable. Anything can happen. All you have to do is to get a grip, and to latch on to the next bar. No one else can do it for you. It’s within reach; so release the doubt and accept that it’s all about staying calm when there’s nothing left to hold on to.
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