What if You Don’t Need a Net?

I don’t know what to hold onto.

Long ago, in grad school, a friend shared how taking risks and setting out on any adventure where you don’t see the outcome is like being out on a trapeze, swinging through the air, with no net beneath you. She described the feeling of the air against her face as she let go–and her body, tethered to nothing, stretching out to be caught by hands stronger than her own. 

I am stretching out. I am untethered. I have let go.