The Thunder Breaks

I alway use January 1-29 to put the finishing touches on my yearly goals/plans/intentions/focuses. This year I've got two very different sets.

1. Americas Innovation Strategy: which is focused on what I want to accomplish as Swift's Americas Innovation Leader. It is focused on activities that support and encourage collaborative innovation in the financial industy by the community for use of the community.
2. My personal 2012 Plan aka my Warrior with Heart.

Both of these strategies/goalsets were well focused before the end of 2011, but these 30 days in January have been a series of conversations with intersted and impacted parties (in both my professional and personal life) to get feedback and be open to comments. To makes these two yearly plans more co-created.

So these past few weeks have been more like honing and polishing and trying on different situations, taking actions to try on these situtations. As these actions unfolded, and I gathered new information, situations changed. Even without completing the action, new pathways opened up. Stuck energy flowed forth.

Note: the previous paragraphs were written on Jan 31. 

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In the past two weeks, I've begin to walk the pathway I mapped out. Walked down West Hollywood streets, through airports, train stations, pristine stone 45th office hallways, dirty city streets, subway undergrounds, talking with friends, the boyf, the dog, weaving through strangers and tourists. Walking with elation, depression, tears, desperation, intention, celebration.

I stopped hanging on. Spinning center. A ball, cracked, whacked in a home run dream come true execution, traveling far beyond the fence, spinning, speeding, pinball branching quantum possibilities. There is no grounding. This is the jump. The flying. A springboard high dive into the the deep unknown.

I asked for this. I took the leap, but one never gets used to the free fall speeding, passing all possibilities except that one out there, the one you're headed too, the one that is so far away, and yet laser beam focused. Every pedaco, your guts of steel, impossible possibilities, passing hundreds of impossible possibilities in a split moment. 

Free flying. Spinning. Hands pulled in tight, no resistance.