You tippy toe

To the edge of possibility. You curl your toes over the cliff, Hoping to catch a glimpse Of your dreams. Thinking, maybe, Just maybe, They could come true. ​ It feels terrifying. The thought of leaping towards your dreams takes the air right out of your lungs. Your ego tells you it’s impossible, That it’s silly -- It doesn’t make sense. So back to the grind you go. Dismissing your deepest desires, Your heart’s yearning, Your spark of passion deep inside To continue to do life the hard way. Let go. Just let go-- Of clinging to stability, Supposed security, Lethal routine That is suffocating your being.

Let go-- Of hanging by your fingertips To a regular paycheck; To the rat race; To fit the norm.

Let go– And free yourself. Run to the edge of possibility No matter how many attempts it takes– Give it your all

Until… You bravely jump Into the wide-open unknown Of magical opportunities, Unlimited possibilities. Watch your true potential Begin To unravel So far Beyond Your wildest dreams.