Leap

Culminations, phases, and walking

My Dear Readers

I don’t have much for you on this Friday morning. Just a few musings.

I’m spread a little thin because I’m deep into the first phase of a giant personal project. It’s eating up lots of my time and most of my creative energy. This is a good thing! The reward is high but that means the output is high too.

It got me thinking about leaps of faith though. Next Saturday will be the culmination of 15 months of work - late nights, deep thought, emails, cortisol, talking to my friends ad nauseam, and lots of dreaming. Everything has pointed to next Saturday and it feels like a leap of faith. A singular point in time with high risk attached. It’s thrilling. It’s scary.

But when I reflect honestly, the last 15 months have been a series of itty bitty leaps of faith. When they’re that small they don’t feel like a leap. It’s less thrilling. It’s more like a step. And what is a series of steps? Walking. That’s essentially what I’ve been doing for 15 months - walking. I’ve been journeying into the unknown in tiny increments, each one feeling less scary than the one before. At times the steps have been so small they didn’t feel like forward movement at the time.

This personal project is only in the first phase. The next phase will be harder. The phase after that even harder still. We’re looking at years of joyous labor ahead. It’s the kind of labor that pulls on the heartstrings and makes the spirit vibrate.

Perhaps, dear reader, that’s what makes up life. Perhaps it’s nothing more than walking into faith, into darkness, slowly and steadily as we do the joyous labor of the heart. Just for fun there may be a few giant leaps along the way. Instead of waiting for those, it might be better use of time to simply walk. Put one foot in front of the other.

Listening, always listening, to those heartstrings. To those small vibrations.

Be well.