The river rushes toward the waterfall carrying with it everything in it’s path. Sticks, leaves, and in today’s case ducks.
I watched in anticipation as a family of five ducks were surprised to find the edge of the waterfall. They rightfully panicked and managed to pull themselves up onto the surrounding rock face. Determined to be on their way…. they try and panick again. Obviously not the safest route they begin to search for solutions.
I find myself in situations often wondering how I can make it work or rerouting. Just as they did. They rerouted swimming against the current toward a seemingly safe island. One of them make it – the others turn back.
Seeing the best route and attempting to lead others along guarentees no following.
Reluctantly, Phil (as I’ve dubbed him) follows the crowd. Not wanting to be separated from his flock he heads back towards them only this time he’s caught in a current that there is no fighting. Quickly the water propels him to the edge of chaos and he’s not only free falling from the rivers edge but being pushed by tons of water.
Of course, our beloved Phil spreads his wings and nails the landing. It’s literally what he’s born to do. But in that moment I saw life so clearly. The fear before plummeting into a new adventure. The chaos on the way down. The turmoil and recovery on the brink of change and a new freedom.
Phil the duck. My newest spirit animal.
Organized and Inspired
This meme may seem true-r than most recent statements about myself. In regards to my random thirst for adventure, my hip-hopping from one fun thing to another, and my burst of inspirations.
Much like a hang over for most – my dissappointment takes a lot more time to shrug off than it did when I was young.
Back then I had it in me to try and try again. I believe success has been found through my failures and broken plans. But as an “adult” there’s so much more at stake……so much more to lose.
I could sit here and air my grievances but if you know me….you’ve probably already heard it and it’s honestly not helping me overcome.
The most recent unfulfilled plan has taken an incredible toll on me this time. I’m recovering the way I do. Through yoga, meditation, and quiet time alone to reflect and revise.
I am, however, left wondering if my zest for adventure and newness has been stripped from my being. If I’ll ever have the strength and supports to build the absolute highest dream for my life or if I am in fact doing that right now.
This amount of quiet time is unfamiliar to me. I feel like keeping low and reserving my passion for the next big thing is crucial —- but what if it never comes — what if this phase is over? And who am I if I can’t claim to be my same old self?
These are open ended questions, I rationally understand that this is good it’s the opening for something new to come in but unlike the many changes before I can’t predict the outcome.
I’ve come so far in my evolution. These next steps are unfamiliar, a wee bit scary, and unpredictable – just the way I’d always hoped they’d be.
So much muchness is coming……
Where are you at in your health and wellness?
In health and wellness,