What a week! My posting is a bit sporadic due to being on deployment, crazy watch hours, and poor connectivity, but I’m still showing up…eventually. Thanks for sticking around.
I finally sat down to finish my Dream Board earlier this week. I’d started it in early January and had only gotten as far as cutting out things that emphatically caught my attention. I brought the entire board with me and it is now sitting on my desk in the office. Not only is most of it empty, but it’s filled with words.
It’s a very wordy dream board — I am a wordy dreamer. Conventional advice says to use images and pictures, but I don’t think my brain works that way.
Except for one picture that keeps appearing in my head:
It’s a picture of person jumping over a canyon and I don’t know how or why I know this, but that person is me. And that’s my image for this year. I’ve never had an image appear to me (see first paragraph about words) like this before so I haven’t quite figured out everything about it, but I know for a fact that I’m at a crossroads. I’ve leapt out of the boat — I’ve decided that this particular white rabbit is not the one I’m meant to be chasing. I think God’s sending me in a new direction.
Leaping is relatively pleasant at first: “hey, this is a new experience, kind of cool! Look what I’m doing.” *Pauses for Selfie * But then the panic sets in.
Have you ever jumped off a 10 meter diving board? I have and it’s terrifying. The thing is, it’s not the jumping part that’s so completely overwhelming — it’s the time that it takes for you to hit the water. You are in the air, frantically kicking your legs with that uncomfortable dropping feeling in your stomach, and no solid foundation, no tree or branch to grab onto. And halfway down, when you realize that you still have a long way to go, you start to think this is definitely not working for me. I can’t do this.
Right now I’m at that midpoint. I’m in the air. It’s too late to turn back. I’ve left the diving board. I’ve left the boat. I’m across the canyon already. The only way to get to the other side is to KEEP GOING. Maybe your leap wasn’t quite summer Olympics worthy (they rarely are)—maybe you fell in or went head first. Maybe you had to be pushed off that diving board or over that canyon, but you’re still here. At the midpoint. In the middle of the fall.
You’ve got no other choice:
Godspeed to you as you leap! Enjoy your weekend.