Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on unknown.
Wow, well, I can honestly say that since I have joined this amazing community of writers, almost every single week, the word prompt aligns 100% with what I am going through and today is no different. One could argue that I am reading and interpreting the word as I see it fit into my life that week, after all, that's what we're supposed to do. But, one could also see the beauty of the universe speaking and the pause that comes with listening, and the theraputic feeling I need to write each week and so here I am.
Go.
For the first time ever, I am taking a leap. I am jumping and not only do I not have a net, also don't have a tandem partner. I, am taking a chance, on me. And I have no idea how it is going to work out, I just have this strong feeling it will. I have no idea what we will do if it doesn't, I just know what I don't want to do. I have no idea how the stress will impact me, I just really think it will be less stress. I have no idea how my days will unfold, but I think they will be more purposeful, have more intention, be a better me. Although there is so much unknown, all I care about is that I am a better me.
When I read Left Neglected, there was this section where she talked about how in her current job, the one she loved, the one that defined her, the one that was so go go go go go...that she would have to close her door and cry. Several times a month, the pressure would build so much that she would go behind a closed door and cry. When she had to really embrace the unknown before her, that all stopped. She wasn't working, living and existing at the same speed, she physically couldn't anymore, and two people that lived their lives knowing each hectic day down to the minute, finally stopped. And although they now had to live with a lot of "time will tell" and "we're just not sure" and "let's just see"...she stopped crying. Her pressure valve finally released. Did she miss it, yes, God yes! Did she feel at times like she wasn't herself, yes, because she wasn't! She was the new her, the one after the accident. The one that had to embrace slowing down and remember that she didn't need to have control over everything. She didn't need to know every last detail...she needed to embrace the unknown.
Stop.
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