The hill before me seems so steep, so long, so much bigger than me. The winding path uneven and barely visible. Yet when I pause at the top something awakens in me – faith, fear, hope, a trust in something deeper within. So I lay down on the earth. Rocking side to side, halfway between swaddling myself and building momentum, it happens – I tip over and begin to roll. Rolling, rolling, rolling, the momentum builds, the freedom grows and the feat dissipates replaced by exhilaration, Oh the joy of letting go! I arrive at the bottom of the hill, heart racing, head spinning, exhausted, exalted, so happy and good.
Why do I not pick this path more often?