A brand new, soul-enhancing suit

Today I leave a threshold.

For the past several months I’ve had one foot hovering in the air above the strip of metal lining the bottom of the doorway; a pause in time, hand lightly gripping the tarnished brass doorknob half turned; halted by the anxious question: Am I ready?

Have you ever felt the tension of an extended pause between leaving an expiration and stepping fully into the yet unknown?

It’s a heart-skipping, breath-interruping, gut-rumbling, skin-tingling experience.

What motivates us to place our hand on the doorknob? A wish.

What moves us to open the door? Desire.

What propels us to step through? Once we’ve cleared the mental shitstorm, faith.