It feels like you’re the rock in a slingshot and you’re getting pulled back more, and more, and more, until your body feels like it’s going to crumble under the pressure. Just when you think you can’t possibly take any more, you get pulled back even more and you hear your bones starting to crack. You’re at the bottom of the abyss, but then something unexpected happens: you’re let go.
Suddenly you find yourself soaring through the air at speeds you’ve never experienced before and you find yourself thinking you can’t remember a time when you’ve been this happy, optimistic, and curious about what’s to come. You start to appreciate the slingshot and understand why it was necessary, even be grateful for it. You look forward to seeing where you land, but you also find joy in your flight there.
You’re in no rush.
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