I am standing on the edge again, unsure of really anything lately, of big and small things, in a good way. Like life is speeding by and I don't know when to jump in. Or if I even should.
The sense that I could fly whichever way the wind carries me and I'd be ok with it. Or maybe I'm completely content to stay still and watch it all go by. Is this how it truly feels to let go and let God? It's adventurous. A bit unsettling. And I feel so alive.