Floating. Falling. The branches are receding above me; the ground is rushing up.
A free-fall into the unknown. This is scary.
Oh, I know. This is change. I’m not sure if I like it.
I’m not sure if I was ready to let go and trust the breeze to carry me away.
I’ve only known hugging tightly to my branch with my leaf family. I’ve only known holding on. Wiggling safely in the wind but never breaking free from the tree.
But now the time has come. I’m not sure if I let go or if the tree let go of me. All I know is I’m suddenly whipping around in the breeze.
No more will my life be safe and predictable. Change is my new reality.
As I fall I remind myself.
Don’t be afraid, be free. Float. Dance in the breeze. Let it bring you to realms unknown. Let it move you on to the next phase of your life. Go with joy. Go with curiosity and courage.
Transition is here. It’s transformation time.
My life is a book full of many chapters and each time a new chapter begins, it feels scary.
I doubt, I struggle to trust myself and the universe.
But I only need enough faith to trust this breeze and let it carry me on to my next chapter.