Standing on the edge of a threshold.
The bit before the bit where everything changes.
Where one step beyond here the only certainty is that life will be different.
Taking a moment to take a breath in this moment between moments.
This time outside of time.
In the dead of night where everything seems stretched.
The only certainty is that there is no certainty.
There is this taste in the air.
A concoction of trepidation mixed with giddy exhilaration.
A certain knowing that all avenues have been explored, exhausted, completed, done.
And now the only way forward is through.
You know it’s not going to be easy.
And most probably not straightforward.
And most likely challenging in the way that all things that require in the moment navigation do.
But there is also a certain lightness in the air that only comes when one has finally surrendered to the greater plan, and ventures into the immense wilderness of the great mystery to meet their fate head on.