The time is near

It is a Wednesday afternoon, my time to let go is fast approaching, the security of a big house, big television, big everything is being pulled of my hands. Maybe I'm not hanging from the edge, maybe just maybe my foundation is secure. What if instead of keeping me from falling, these things in my hands have kept me from flying? Maybe the bigness only makes it harder to really like my life? Maybe by losing my grip on my life I will truly learn what it means to live? 10 days till I lose my grip.