For whom it is a useful mental image, perhaps it helps to channel Tarzan swinging from one vine to another in the jungle. Or less politically problematic: A circus act. Letting go of the swing to be caught by the hands of the next swinging trapeze artist requires a tremendous (educated and rehearsed) leap of faith. Do you dare to let go of the old before you can firmly grasp the new, while hoping that you can reach the new just in time before the uncomfortable fall from the heights into (hopefully) the safety net?
Well enough of the hypothesizing. I am in the process of preparing to climb the circus ladders to begin the act of swinging the one swing I know I already can reach (the current and old) and then summon the courage to swing strong and let go…
and accept either the fall or emerge victorious on the next swing, or caught by the hands of change.
I just said less cryptic and stayed just as cryptic. Well suffice to say: Change is extremely hard and so is choosing between the old, current and as yet undefined new.
When did you last have to confront life changes with the courage of a lion?