This weekend is graduation weekend at the school I work at, and one of the analogies that has come up over and over again is that of the trapeze artist. In order to move from one swing to another the trapeze artist must let go and fly through the air to the other. For a few seconds they are suspended with nothing holding them up. They have been using that analogy as the seniors leave the security and familiarity of high school and heading off to college. They are suspended between two worlds having a firm grasp in neither. It can be a very fun time, but it can also be extremely scary.
I've been thinking of that analogy in terms of myself. I have thrown myself off more then one trapeze in my life and hung suspended not sure what was going to happen next. It has almost always worked out for the best. Very few times have I been sorry I threw myself into something. So I'm trying to move into the mindset of throwing myself in health and fitness for the next 7 weeks.
When I went to dress for the mass last night, I had nothing that fit me decently. Clearly the swing I'm riding is not working for me anymore. It's time to throw myself into the air and reach for that next swing.
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