Restless on the Mountain
I’m restless. Itching to embark on a new project. Eager to create something fantastic and thrilling. Completely lacking any sort of direction or notion of what that new thing should be. It’s like being on the verge of a sneeze, you know? I’ve been learning like crazy, these past few months, adding to my tool kit, as I like to think of it. Ingesting. Digesting. And I feel so certain that I’m ready to fly. But nothing’s happening just yet. Which leads me to believe that maybe I’m not ready.
Earlier this year I had a very clear and somewhat startling vision in which I saw myself standing at the top of a mountain. That image switched to one of the same mountain, this time with huge, 3-D block letters at the top — like, Schoolhouse Rock-style. They spelled out JET. And I could hear the word JET being shouted in some strange way, sounding a lot like a jet engine. Well, wacky though this all might sound, when the vision was over, I was totally over doubting myself. I knew for certain that my time to soarwas nigh.
I’ve been preparing. I’ve picked up quite a bit of speed. But I ain’t a jet just yet. I’m so eager to take off I can taste it. Patience is hands-down the least of my virtues. On the other hand, faith is perhaps the strongest among them. I’ll wait if I have to. Which is good, I suppose, since it’s looking like it’s not quite time to hit the warp speed.