Jumping. I jump. I jumped. I am jumping. Am I? Sometimes I don't feel like a loan reed. I want to, but then I remember I am small. But do I jump like a small person? I love two year old jumpers. They are so full of excitement, they build the anticipation, but then they jump and their feet don't actually come off the ground. I hope I don't jump like a kid. I see my direction. I could sort of fall into it. Stumble. But I want to live with purpose. Is it purposely or purposefully? Purposefully. I am sure of it. Here I go.
One.
Two.
Three.
Jump.
8 comments:
You portrayed well how we second guess ourselves! Great post! Keep jumping for joy!
loved the image of those two year old jumpers who make so much effort and who's feet never leave the ground - but who also celebrate the try and the little successes!
great write!
Cute post.
Loved the scattering of the mind in the process of jumping! Happy Jumping!
Great job! You go girl. Get your jump on. Woot!
Broken... One day, I will jump with more faith than doubt. Baby steps haha
Richelle, maye they are on to something? Safer when my feet are planted. But then I miss everything just out if my reach.
Debi, can I hire you to follow me around and cheer me on :) thanks for the comment.
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