What if I fall?
If you had told me in advance what this preparation would look like, I probably would never have started it.
Sleepless nights, stress, ignorance, tension, hopes, wishes, and all that in a tasty cocktail.
Every time we think we are there, when there is another step forward, we go back two more. We made the jump and now it feels like falling…
And then I imagine that our boat is anchored in a beautiful bay, the sun is shining, the children are swimming. And I make a toast with Sander and we say to each other: all those efforts, everything single one of them was totally worth it.
But will it?
What if I fall?
Oh but my darling
What if you fly?
