© 2009 Marica

015 – Flying woman

Come to the edge, he said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them and they flew.

— Guillaume Apollinaire

Car parks are such uninviting, ugly and dirty buildings. The car park I use on a daily basis is no exception. It does however have one redeeming feature – the painted murals located at different points on each level of the building. The splashes of colour sprinkled amongst the drab grey concrete offer a light relief at the start and finish of my working day. Even though I’m aware of the presence of these art works I can’t say I have really seen any of them.

Driving through the car park this morning I noticed for the first time this flying woman in one of the painted murals. I wanted to stop the car then and there and meet her, only I didn’t think the people in the cars behind me would have been too happy.

This flying woman looked so pleased with herself. She was so in the moment and it obviously felt great to be flying. I wanted to be her. I wanted to know that feeling of trusting that it will all work out fine, may be even better than just fine. I wanted to take that leap and have the faith that I wouldn’t land at the bottom in a heap.

Being scared to do something different or even be different, being prepared to take a risk without being sure of the ultimate outcome, and being worried about exposing yourself to criticism are all examples of things that can hold us back and stop us from expressing our true selves. They become limiting factors that can paralyse us instead of motivating and energising us.

I realised this morning that we can dither around standing at the edge forever and this will never change anything.

This morning Lynsey and I announced to all our family and friends that we were doing this Fresh New Day project. A part of me was scared about this because I had tried to do this twice before and not succeeded with my goal of taking a photo a day for a year. Another part of me thought what the heck; it made a difference to me and my life twice before why wouldn’t I do it again. Experiencing the process is so much more important than the product.

I chose to take a leap of faith this morning and as a result I felt like I was flying. It felt so good. I learnt that your feet don’t need to leave the ground to be able to fly, we can fly every day if we choose to let ourselves. Thank you to the unnamed artist who helped remind me of this.

Manifesto
37. Every day fight for what’s worth fighting for. Pick your battles.
38. Every day be brave and give things a go. Use fear to trigger you into action.
40. Every day give things a chance to work out.

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