Alive

I'm on the edge of a cliff. I've jumped already, in the air, flying, floating, into what? What is down there? Over there. That unknown place we jump to when we leave something. I've left my job to start a business. To create. I feel alive, excited, scared out of my mind, alive, wired, energized. There's an edge without the security, the pension, the consistent salary. The potential for failure, for success. I have 3 kids under 5, reasons to keep a secure job, but really they're the reasons to leave, the other side of the coin. I want to start something, grow something out of here, out of our home, out of our community that is integrated with my life, connected with my kids, my wife, my friends. There is a draining of energy that flows from a commute, pours out. The soul cannot catch up to the commute. Left behind, it runs at first, then walks, then sits, waiting, then slowly dies. Is dead. Dull. Dampened. Muted. Poured out. I am alive. Filled with fear and possibility. Two worlds overlapping, separating, colliding, disappearing, re-appearing.  A deer in the woods, alert to stay alive. To survive. Thrive.