Straddling Worlds

Straddling worlds. I am. Or, at least I have been. And, now feel myself to be in a state of uncomfortably comfortable nowhere and somewhere in between. If you think it’s confusing, imagine how it feels!

It is very ungrounded.

I am not a person who typically does ungrounded, so that’s strike 1 for me. I have been straddling for a while here, between my life of the last 28 years and a new one on the horizon way off in the Pacific. Literally. I am literally moving to Hawaii. A euphemism is come to life. At the same time, I am slowly moving from loving daughter to impending orphanhood. Strike 2. Did I mention that I am a fairly recent empty-nester? I wear cheaters now. Strike 3.

All these points are heretofore unknown and unknowable, imaginable and yet unexperienced, experience being the very palpable difference between knowledge and wisdom.

People talk about starting new chapters. I am starting a new tome. It’s a wild combination of walking the plank and taking a flying leap. There’s a net there somewhere… Support at the very least.

All that being said, I have to say that I feel extremely fortunate. I am choosing to walk, to jump, to leap, to (EEEEEEEEEEEEE!) scream a little as I feel the rush when both feet lift off the ground . Stick with me. The adventure is about to begin.