I have been thinking about Escape Speed lately.
What it takes, to make us (proverbially and really) get up, out the door, over the comfort threshold and onto our next adventure. Perhaps just out of the way so the door may close...
But, Sometimes dramatic. Expelling oneself and forgetting to look back until everything is so very tiny that when you turn for a look-see all has transformed. But of course it was you doing the transformation.
Drugs can do this. (I did not say that.)
But I will say this about the Escape Velocity.....
I’m guilty of using it’s potency in the past. Moving to the coast, to coast, to coast, and then eventually back to the other coast. Sort of pinging in space, never landing for long. I’m sure it took up a bunch of time and energy, but, when I look back on it - a flash. A lot can happen in a jiffy.
Sophomoric, I know.
But there you have it. Once, and again, the human condition.
“I practice active fleeing in my mind,” I said.
He leaned into me and whispered, “I know.”
He wasn’t kidding he had known.
Change that happens positively,
is not irreversible.