The Perfect Moment
You can’t choose when they come.
You just have to be ready.
You can’t reschedule with life and say: “I’m not quite prepared for you—you, perfect job, perfect relationship, perfect house—I have a lot more work to do before I’m ready for you.”
It doesn’t work like that.
When the moment comes, you have to jump on it.
You can’t use your rational mind to weigh the pros and cons.
You have to use your gut.
When my gut churns with a heavy excitement (that can almost feel like fear), I know I’m on the precipice.
Of something big.
It’s similar to the feeling of deep, sexual desire.
My mouth gets dry.
My body (and my vagina) swell.
I feel hot and flushed.
My words evaporate, and I’m all throbbing body. A mass of viscera.
My heart is pounding. My knees get weak.
It’s one of the hardest things in life: that moment of saying “yes,” being honest about how much you really want someone or something.
And in your naked vulnerability, and all-consuming desire, walking straight toward it.
Or sprinting. Tackling it.
The price of admission to a greater life, to a bigger life, is being willing to dive into the uncertainty.
With no guarantees.
It’s what drives us to lean in for a first kiss.
“To press yourself against
Whatever you find to be beautiful
And trembling with life.”
~ Neutral Milk Hotel
The kiss that starts a lifetime of love bruises and happiness.
The kiss that sets war ships sailing across the sea.
The kiss that changes your life.
Began with you saying yes.
If you lean in, you’ll get the results.
There is no perfectly scheduled moment when all your finances, schedule and well-laid plans line up.
There’s just a moment, with someone’s mouth poised in front of yours. Inches away.
Your whole life changes.
Top image: Maggie Lee