What do you do when you're totally level-headed, feet planted firmly on the ground, but your heart wants to fly? I've always been a realist. You know the type--always saying things like, "That would be great, but it's just not plausible." I'm in grad school for physics--good grief, how much more realistic can you get? When I get my degree in a few years and go back out to the real world, I'll have lots of doors opening for me. There will be good pay, regular hours, and everything that goes with those. My kids will be well provided for, my husband will finally be able to pursue his dreams, I'll be doing something that I know helps people, and I'll finally be able to pay back, in some small way, all those who have given so much to get me to this place. My brain sees all those things as good (well, duh--why wouldn't it?). The journey is all mapped out, and all the steps lead across solid ground. Sure there is the possibility for t...
just me, stepping out of the boat in faith, trying not to focus on the waves around me