I am once again at the edge of all I know. There I was, going along nicely putting my life in order and blammo...again. This time I am less concerned about the outcome and look to this experience as an opportunity. I get the sense that somebody up there was seeing me get a bit too comfortable and wanted to kick me in the butt to keep me moving toward the gold. The thing is, I didn't feel all that comfortable for all that long. Seems like just a minute or two. But I am on my way to a dream and there is no time for wishing it was some other way. It is what it is.

As I approached the edge this time, like Molly Briard pictured above, I had a tendency to look over into the abyss and fear falling. But I know now that I have been brought here to fly, to soar.

"I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. Think about it every night and day. Spread my wings and fly away. I believe I can soar..."

Strong words from a powerful song. There is an enormous amount of trust that goes into stepping into a dream. I have feared trusting because I have not wanted to find myself lying at the bottom of the canyon if I was wrong. But the fear has truly never held me back...at least not lately.

I've decided to make fear, while it is still hanging around, my little friend. I have decided he is a scruffy little mouse...not very scary...who has set up lodging in my stomach. Each time I get to a place that is a big unknown, the little guy wakes up, stretches his little mouse arms, yawns and then roars. I take him out and look at him in my hand, tell him to fasten his seatbelt because we're going for a ride. I place "Fear Guy" in my pocket and start moving. I start out walking and I can feel him squirming in his new digs. Before long I am moving faster and faster and break into a pretty darn happy run. When I stop to rest and breathe that pain out of my side, I notice the squirming has stopped and my pocket is empty. Fear is gone. Must've dropped out when I leaped over that fence.

It takes courage to trust. But like jumping into a pool, once we're in the water we are supported by the water, if we allow it. I can float on my back now...for a really long time. When I lived in the apartment complex and was floating in the pool, every now and then I would look up, just in case someone was watching and wondering if I was alive. I didn't want my morning swim interrupted by paramedics.

When I made the big decision to give the trust thing a real go, I supported myself by beginning a yoga practice, getting myself into a better living situation, taking charge of my life. I enrolled in a 7 week spiritual empowerment class that challenged us to commit and trust the outcome. I figured I'd give it the 7 weeks and if it didn't work, well I was just 7 weeks behind.

And a funny thing happened. I began to feel stronger. I began to trust myself. I began to believe in myself. And an even funnier thing happened. That outside reinforcement that I had been seeking started happening. And it continues. And it all happened because I gave up. I let go. I said "Okay, I trust that I have all that I desire and, if I don't, I'm still okay and something better is on its way."

And...I am still okay, so much bettter than okay. I feel like magic is everywhere I look and also in places that show up when I am not looking. I love this feeling. It is a feeling that I can literally do anything I desire, have anything I desire, be anything I desire. And I do and I have and I am all that I desire in this moment.

Therein lies the ultimate trust...that this moment is enough and that while I am enjoying this one, the next one is happening all on its own. It grows from the seeds I have sown and continue to sow.

We all have this ability to fall in love with life. It is a choice that we make every time we take a breath. I can choose to love this breath or I can choose to hold it and stifle it and pretend that if I hold on tight enough I can never be hurt. Well that isn't true. Lots of stuff hurts. That is life in the risk lane. We feel it and we learn from it and we get through it. And we move on. The hurt then becomes simply a story we tell. Everything we run across gives us the opportunity to grow from it or shrink from it. Growing is a bunch better than shrinking.

So nurture yourself. Fall in love with yourself. Everyone has stuff they wish did not happen. Get over it, no matter how painful it was. It was. It is now over. You can choose to continue to live it day after day or you can choose to turn left instead of right and take a new path. Write a new chapter. Make a new story. And trust that you are being given earth to stand on and wings to fly. Start flapping!