The last zip line was the best. Maybe it’s the anticipation of knowing it’s the last line, my last attempt to let go of what’s mentally blocking me, causing stress, or limiting beliefs. It’s the last attempt to fly into feeling more open, more vulnerable, and more empowered.
It didn’t matter that this was the 5th line I’d zip down, my legs still trembled as I placed my right hand over my left on the bulky carabiniere. I thought the piece of silver hardware was massive compared to a keychain carabiniere I’d seen before but this one was so small now considering it was responsible for keeping me secure on this line, 100 feet above ground.
“When you’re ready,” the guide instructed. “Zip on!”
I took a deep breathe. This is the last line, I thought. It’s time to embrace all that I am and all that I wish to become.
I’m just a quarter way down the 700 foot line when I whip around. My back now facing my destination. I only have a view of where I formerly stood on the platform and I can’t see where I’m going. I scream at the thought. I’m zipping back first into the unknown! Going face-forward had been scary enough. Then I take a breathe and relax into it. I begin to notice the trees embracing all around me. I notice the beautiful silence and suddenly I realize that even though I don’t know where I’m going, I know I’ll be okay.
It’s a ground landing oppose to another platform and my feet skid up the little dirt hill that I’m guessing is half man made and half molded by so many zip liners who landed here before me.
“You made it!” the receiving guide announced.
I did! I made it! It was that last line that made me realize, I don’t always know where I am going but if I can just take the plunge, jump into it, ready to embrace all that will be, I will get there. Not to mention, that last zip line also proved that the journey getting there is going to be one fun ride too.