I’m right here, right at the edge. Waiting for that little nudge, or shove, to push me over the last hurdle.
Perched on the precipice of greatness or an abyss of endless regret. I’m poised to fall or fly, I just don’t know which it will be.
Maybe I’ll stay here for a while longer. Measuring my options, play-acting through all the possibilities, and what ifs. You can never be too careful. The wrong choice, and there might be no turning back.
Say, I take that plunge, and all my dreams come true. What will I dream of then?
I’m grateful for:
- People who push me when I need a shove
- People who will catch me when I fall
- Big dreams

I’m going to second Kir. ❤
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Love this. AGAIN. Great picture, great post. I love being pushed in a good way. 🙂
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😀
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Your third paragraph is where I always get stuck. We all definitely need people to get us unstuck.
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The thinking pearls of precarious decision ~
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❤
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