These days as a newborn mommy, when I sleep (not often), I sleep hard. Total blackout. But a few mornings ago, I woke up and remembered a dream I had. Clear as day.
With a group of people, I stood at the top of a huge cliff. This cliff was so foreboding, in fact, that we couldn't even see to the bottom. I felt serious fear. My palms are sweaty right now just thinking about it (I really don't like heights). We all stood there shuffling our feet nervously. Still, from this group of people, I stepped to the ledge. I looked down, down, down into blackness. I took a deep breath. And I jumped.
When I leapt from the edge of the cliff, the group still above cheered for me, and praised my courage. Then, the funniest thing: I didn't go splat.
My fall was broken by a ledge that I hadn't seen from my vantage point at the top of the cliff. Whew! I was safe after all. So I jumped again, and found another safety ledge. All the way down the side of this huge cliff, I jumped, then landed safely, then jumped and landed again until I reached the bottom. My leap wasn't such a huge scary jump after all; it was a series of smaller (still freaky and challenging) leaps. What was at the bottom? I don't know. I do know I felt happy and relieved when I got there, and so glad I made the leap.
Anyone want to guess what this big leap will be?
So, apparently I need to clarify. I have NO idea what my next big leap will be (hence, the metaphorical black hole). Your guess is as good as mine. In fact, I'm looking for a leap. I'm still on the "ledge." Ideas are welcome!