Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Crossing a bridge

For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with bridges.  I have always found them to be absolutely beautiful.  One of the parks we go walking to at night with Oliver has one of my favorite bridges, one I have always loved since childhood.  I snapped a picture of it the other night.  It feels sort of symbolic.

I'm standing at a bridge right now in my life in a couple of different ways.  One of them I'm getting very close to crossing - I'm working on some major changes to my blog.  We're talking a new look and a new name.  Rebranding is scary.  Starting over is scary.  But I'm so ready for this change and I'm so excited for what's to come.  I'm not sure of the timeline quite yet, so it will be business as usual here for now.  And I'll still be the same Beth you come here for each day, I'll be pretty much blogging the same things, but the overall look and feel of the blog will be new and improved.  

The other bridge I want to cross I'm still kind of stuck on this side for the moment.  I'm ready to cross it, but I have to wait and see if I'm given permission, sort of like the goats in the Three Billy Goats Gruff.  And if I can't cross this bridge, I think I'll be looking for another one because the spot I'm standing right now?  It's not where I want to be anymore.  I want to be on the other side of the river and so if it isn't this bridge that gets me there, I'll keep looking for one that does.  Yeah I'm being vague but I bet if you read between the lines maybe you can see what I'm talking about.  Again, crossing this bridge will mean some changes too that may also be scary, but I'm just so ready.  It's time for a new view.  

It's funny, we use the phrase "we'll cross that bridge when we come to it" about a lot of things in life. And I used to hate that phrase even though I love bridges.  I think it just sounded negative like "well, if it comes to this, then we'll deal with it." But now I'm running up to the bridge and saying, let me cross.  I want to be on the other side.  I know the grass might not be greener on the other side, but I still want to see it.  There have been other wonderful bridges I have crossed.  I crossed a bridge when I married Nate.  I crossed a bridge when we had Ollie.  And I've never looked back. 

For now, I can only stand here at the edge and admire it and wait. But at least I'm not afraid of it anymore. As soon as I know I can, I'm crossing over.  I can't wait to see what's on the other side.

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