To Launch. Like a rocket ship, straight out of the stratosphere. To take off. Up, up and away.
I’ve been preparing to launch. It’s a lot of work. And it’s scary as hell. To give up everything you know and everything that’s comfortable in order to strike out into the unknown. To take off, when the anchors that have been tethering you to the ground keep holding on.
When my sons race each other, I tell the little one, “Don’t look back. It slows you down” That’s some great advice. But, it’s a really hard piece to take. It’s hard to let go of the things you’ve been doing for so long. Muscle memory is a powerful thing. The brain keeps on going back to important dates, and things to do, and how to solve that one last problem. It’s so much easier to look back towards the things you know then to focus forward to the new horizon.
To launch forward, you need to let go of the things that bind you. You need to let go of the anger, and the resentment, and the expectations of what could have been. Do you sever each of those ties that hold you back to the past? Or do you untie each of them, so very carefully, so that you can go back to those ties when you need to be secured? Every time I begin to move forward, something holds my attention behind me, makes me turn around. And each time, I realize more and more, that looking back is slowing me down. That I don’t have control of the past, and I certainly don’t have control of that future any longer. The best I can do is launch forward.
So, here we go. The mission has been developed, the strategy planned, the actions taken. And, so, I launch the new phase of my life, looking forward, and taking off.