It’s a fine line between hope and fear. And I also think one can be tinged with the other: they are not as black and white as they might seem.
I’m walking this line a bit right now, and alternately stepping off the line to one side or the other and feeling hope or fear more strongly.
It’s exciting but also scary. Hope certainly feels better. But sometimes I know we need to listen to fear. And that sometimes there cannot be forward movement in our lives without fear.
I think I need to remember to be an argonaut.* I think I need to remember to breathe and trust my instincts and that it will all be ok. And that there’s the potential for great joy and becoming if I have the courage to move forward in hope and possibility.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.