It’s no secret that I love to read. I love everything about it. How each word can transport you to a different world. Lead you through a different time, a stranger life. How the collection of these letters can shake your every emotion, take you on a journey of heart and mind. Of course I’m speaking of a good book. But what makes it good? For me, I can’t see “it” coming. If every detail is explained ad nauseum, if I see the next page, the next step, it’s not worth reading. I want to live in the word, not just visit it.

The real question is, how do I, we, relate this to real life. I am as guilty as anyone, wanting to know exactly what is going to happen. What are they going to do to me at the dentist? What is the weather going to be like? How am I going to get through this problem? But will I be happy? Will this be successful? How am I going to get through? Tell me every letter, every reason, every why of my story. Oof! Every “why”? Why would I want this?

I want my story to be a good one. A really good one! And by my own definition, then I can’t see everything coming. I have to feel each word. Let it take me on a beautiful journey. Feel the emotion and surprise of each day’s page. Far easier said than done, I know, but I know there is beauty in the attempt. So today I’m not going to visit my life, I’m going to live it. I don’t know what’s going to happen on this Saturday —- good! Skies are blue and my wings are strong. I feel loved and hopeful. Sure I get scared sometimes. We all do. The blue is filled with all those who timidly, nervously, wantfully, stepped out onto a limb . . . held their breath, and took the jump, a leap of faith. And so I love and leap and believe, not needing to be certain all the time . . . feeling there is more comfort in love than in certainty. And would I step out onto the next limb if I knew? Maybe not. Who wants to be stuck in certainty? I want to soar in the beauty of the unknown. This is my story. My book. It is here I will grow. It is here I will feel. It is here I will truly live.