Wild Vision and Dangerous Goals

I'm sick of walking on egg shells.

Sick of being head shy.

What would happen if I allow myself to dream the dreams I really have?

To feel the fire in the pit of my belly or the twirl that only comes from going off the edge?

What would it look like if I set the goals to reach the vision I really have?

If I thumbed my nose at realism and jumped head first into the river of life?

How long have I shook my finger at the crazy ideas in my head while giving them the Mom disapproving look?

You can't do that Heather.

Who are you to think you can do that? What in the world are you thinking? That is dangerous.

Be reasonable. Think of yourself.

What about the risk?

Look what you will lose and give up.

I want to live. I want to make a leap of faith again.

I want to let go of all that I am or have or think I have to be and jump into what God is calling me to.

I want to let go of others' agendas, expectations and safe thinking.

Safe is killing us. Safe thinking has created a society of cold, methodical, stay-in-line people. A society who never pushes envelopes or second guesses or questions or thinks or jumps the barriers.

2014 Theme for Me. DO WHAT IT TAKES.

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