Despite all those worries, Sunday the 17th of August came and I found myself driving away, heading down I-85 as the sun rose up with Handsome Fur's "Repatriated" blasting in my cd player and a cup of coffee by my side to fortify my weary morning eyes. In the moment of leaving I actually felt nothing, no sadness and no excitement. I was simply caught in the act of leaping. One moment I was a frog up on a log on safe dry land contemplating the water beneath me. The next I was in the air hoping that when I landed there was no alligator in the pond. I am still in the air. I am still in mid-leap and I do not know what the landing will be like but I know that I have to let go of that compulsion to obsess about all the what ifs of life and enjoy the feeling of air above, beneath and all around me. I can take this moment and let it be amazing or I can focus on the ending that I can't yet see and miss the joy of the leap completely.