Making a leap of the heart is by far my greatest challenge. I probably ask all the wrong questions. I ask, “Will things work out? Will I get hurt? Will I make a mistake?” Everyone knows you can’t answer these questions, but it is the curse of adulthood to believe they are relevant to living into what you want.
Instead, I wish I could hear that tender center beating, and comprehend its language, rippling out in shards of life and budding branches. “Life” is a typo there – I meant to type “light.” I think I’ll leave it. Maybe it is just the sign I am looking for.