It looks like a little crack. A nothing of a jump. But it wasn’t.
I mean, the crack was small. I am not some kind of crazy athlete jumping a major ravine here. I’m not trying to make something that it isn’t.
But below this crack is a magical canyon, shaped by years of wind and water. Smooth and solid but also so delicate that it is ever changing due to the forces of its environment.
Kinda like all of us, huh? Always changing. Because of our environment. Yep. That’s what I think.
Sure, I could be jumping over a canyon here. But I’m also jumping into my 40th year. Jumping into growth. Jumping towards love and happiness. Jumping toward really living.