For the past week or so I have had the precise image in my head that matches my feelings. You know the classic cartoon image of a cat falling through the air? That’s it.
Falling off a high cliff with my arms & legs outstretched, my claws spread out, desperately groping for something to cling to. Eyes wide open in terror, frantically wondering if this is really happening.
This is the unglamorous side of adventure.
Not knowing what else to do, I’m riding it out. But I can’t decide: Do I need to learn to retract the claws & just let it be, or are my feet already on the ground & I just don’t know it?
Advice, opinions, etc welcome.
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