I am on fire these days, working to grow this blog, become involved in other projects and bring my purpose to life. I am educating myself, researching ideas and flexing muscles that have been atrophied for the last five years.
As I was going over my To Do List this morning, preparing a game plan for the day, I had an image flash into my head of a space capsule hurtling back to earth. If you’re of my age you remember watching the coverage of astronauts returning to earth, breaking out of the clouds, and landing in the ocean. The scariest part for me was the frogmen. They would jump into the water to secure the bobbing spacecraft and retrieve the brave men inside. I knew the astronauts had returned to our planet from galaxies far, far away, but the wetsuit/face mask/flipper/air tank – wearing divers looked like aliens to me.
The momentum going on with me is exciting and a little scary consciously, but I guess my psyche is more rattled than I realized if organizing my day elicits such a thought. But this forward motion is my own doing and if it feels somewhat out of control and as if it’s all moving a little too fast, that’s good. It means my return to the world is happening.
As I searched for a picture of a space capsule to,accompany this post, I realized there is a parachute attached. The capsule that careened in my mind didn’t have one. I kind of like that. If I’m going to make a splash with my re-entry, I want to make it a big one.
