I bet you want to know, maybe you do?, how i am feeling about Boston.
(thanks to those of you who asked.)
I feel the anxiety of the butterfly who really wants out of the cocoon but isn't sure she can fly.
I feel relief that I am going to try to do it anyway.
This is where i feel it, the rush, the firing of the synapses, the confidence of a person growing into herself, I feel all of that in the risk-taking. Not fool-hardy risk-taking for the sake of risk... but, like I have tracked down Life, stared it in the face and said, ok, give it to me. I can take it.
If i compare it to the move i made 13 or so months ago, i think this one is less a running away and more of a running toward.
It is true that I just caught my breath. but it is caught. and i wasted quite a bit of time just sitting on the sidelines of my life... i need to keep moving. I tend to fall asleep if i am not moving forward in my life.
feeling good about it.