My little babe is walking now. As I watch her toddle around walking and falling and getting up to walk again, I’m reminded that the consequences of falling aren’t great yet. She doesn’t fall far. She doesn’t hurt herself. She plops.
As one gets older and falls that plop turns into a splat. Adults are afraid of falling for the most part. We aren’t used to it.
But what would we try if we weren’t afraid of falling again and again?
Amplifying Specks of Life 