A Change is in the Air

Here I sit on the edge of a precipice, staring off into the dangerous unknown. Before me a rope bridge extends out into a foggy horizon, its destination unseen.  Behind me lay the path my journey has blazed; laden with mountains and valleys, jagged cliffs and dark, dank caves.  Back there is the comfortable complacency in which I exist.  Out there is possibility and hope.  The gravity of my choice to direct my path over this bridge weighs heavy on this eve of change.  One misstep and it all goes to shit.  I can’t let that happen; I can’t return to this subpar existence.  Once I step out onto that bridge there is no turning back.  I will delicately balance all of my responsibilities and obligations on my shoulders; place one foot surely in front of the other and forge my way through the fog.  I do not know what awaits me over there but I believe it is a life worth living.  I’m confident there are mountains and valleys still but they will be majestic peaks surrounded by spacious valleys bursting with color; with the brightest green grass and the most vibrant flowers filling the air with the sweet, sweet scent of happiness.  That is my future over there, my son’s future; it’s high time I get to steppin’.