We tend to understand the ups and downs of life as a rhythmic heartbeat that harmonizes opposites. Presence and absence, happiness and sadness, growth and grief, abundance and lack, uphill and downhill. No one ever talks about the flat line, unless we lose a pulse.
Maybe it’s why plateaus feel like death. We’ve arrived. Now what?
It’s hard to stand still after moving for so long. The only thing we can hear is our breath. The only thing we can see is the far off, lest we look back. And sometimes that is worth doing so long as our toes are pointed true North. It’s exactly what plateaus give us: perspective. A notable sense of achievement for climbing all this way and stable land to rest and recover – elevated high enough to see the horizon, another flat line we can’t always sense.
Plateaus give us pause and time to prepare for what’s next, even if we don’t know what that it is yet. So we let the sun set on ourselves a few times while we watch the light change everything, and in the morning, feel our face warm in its glow. We have to trust this nature, this gravity, while we wait in the space of before | after, and learn to settle into the knowing of who we are right now. Even though we may be motionless, we are not inert. We are attracting, and everything we want continues to circle closer toward us.
Because sometimes that next adventure requires people you haven’t met yet. Give them time to quantum leap, and smile when you see them.
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