One is born on a riverbank.

And one dies on another riverbank.

Separating these riverbanks are some stepping-stones.

One stone leads you to the next. 

This is life.

And it’s the middle stepping-stones I want to focus this bio on, namely the career bit.

The bit between childhood (which you don’t want to know about).

And retirement (which I don’t want to know about).

Those treacherous steps can be precarious at times. Unstable. There have been some wobbles.

Sometimes I have hovered on a stone longer than necessary. Procrastinating, watching everything flow past me. 

Some days, the mist rises off the river, making vision a little patchy. 

During these times I’ve discovered its best to sit it out, until the sun rises, evaporating the mist, making things appear clear once more. Tempting me to make the next step.

Other times I’ve leapt off a stone brazenly, with haste, but without fear: Head in the clouds, but alas still on my shoulders.

And though at times, I might have overstepped, ending up with puddles in my shoes, this too is just part of the journey.

So long as your head stays above water, the journey can continue.

If you get to the other side without getting wet feet, you probably haven’t taken enough risks.

We learn from taking risks.

We learn from taking leaps. 

We learn from getting our feet wet.

Besides, if you don’t get wet feet from time to time, you don’t get to enjoy that satisfying feeling of putting your warm toasty socks back on, after drying in front of a fire.

Each step is a challenge.

Each step is an eye opener.

Each step is progression.

Each step I take, I feel I take intuitively. When it feels right, it feels right.

And with each step, I take with me the knowledge I’ve learned from being on every other stepping-stone along the way, as well as the bits in between, where I’ve ended up with soggy socks.

I’m on a rather large stepping-stone at the moment. I’ve been on it for a while now. I feel I need to get off it.

So I’m spreading my arms, preparing to balance.

But with arms stretched wide, a thought has occurred to me.

Who needs stepping-stones?

When you’re ready to fly.