A leap of faith. It never is as clean as the inspirational sayings. For me it is much more of that run towards the big gap and then suddenly at the last moment the fear siezes me and instead of jumping wild and carefree I lose momentum. I jump with my eyes close praying I make it. I slam against the other side and my body hangs above the pit. I claw and scratch my way to the solid ground as I doubt and wrestle with the thoughts of giving up and falling in. Eventually i pull myself from the pit I am dangling in. There is no poetic leap. It is an awkward, flailing, suspenseful fight that leaves me shaken, dirty, and bruised. As the nerves settle, I look back and marvel. I know I did not do it alone and I know I can never go back.
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