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How can a leap of faith feel like a free-fall into a pit of uncertainty? How can a leap of faith seem so daunting on a difficult day? How can a person take a step into the unknown if they are holding onto the parts of life that no longer serve them? Questions quickly consume my mind. A flood of emotions take over. I'm holding onto what holds me back. A metephorical backpack of burdens, weighing me down. I often wonder, if I could actually fit all my troubles into a backpack, where would I go? Would I go home, returning this backpack to the ones who packed it full of pain? Would I take it to a river, throw it in, and let it float freely away from my sight? No, I wouldn't... As heavy as a backpack full of betrayal is, I would tighten the straps and step. One foot forward for every day I stayed. One step in any direction away. I would grip my troubles tight and know that the backpack I carry only makes me stronger. I would leap into the unknown... The smell of something new is enough to heal. The taste of adventure is the root of redemption. Fear of the unknown is the foundation of freedom...the forshadowing of finding yourself. Surrendering to uncertainty and giving Grace to yourself during these times in life is like a yellow brick road straight back to yourself. Take the leap.... "Take me to the mountain Take me to the sea Take me from my trouble And take the leap with me" Anastasia Lund