making a change.

sometimes i'm afraid of making a change.
i stand on the ledge looking down...
wondering what will happen if i jump in.


i can fear big things...
like moving across our country.
like switching from homeschooling to our neighborhood school.
like trying to live my dream of being a photographer.
but then, i jump in.
and it makes the other decisions seem smaller~
like a haircut, hypothetically.

after the decisions are reached, i realize it's okay.
like Someone has gone before me.
and that there is a community around me.
or that failure isn't the end of the world.
~or~ that it's only hair.
and it grows back.

;)
it's probably the shortest haircut i've had~
it was the only way i could kill the constant ponytail.

oh, and always let your kids jump on your bed.