Leap of Faith

I just received a resignation letter from one of my staff. It says she is thankful for the time she has spent with the team, but that she has to seek growth somewhere abroad.
I was saddened not only because she will be a big loss to the department but more importantly also because she is doing something I have always wanted to do (not really going overseas but)- a leap of faith.

The last time I did this was many years ago when I decided to leave home to go to college in a place that takes 36 hours by ship. It was growth in celestial proportions, which met me. It was not easy but it was the challenge that kept me going, propelled me to finishing what I had set out to accomplish.

In fact, it was the difficulty of it all that made me feel alive. Time was gold and every minute was spent on learning what must be done not only to survive but to excel!
Then I graduated. I got a job. I got content with finishing to-do's within the eight-hour work days. I have learned to fear inconveniences, and got sucked into the maelstrom of time tables and calendars.

It's like staring into thin layer of intricately designed glass, beyond which is a plethora of possibilities- both good and bad. I continue to build on that layer painstakingly, afraid that the chaos that I see through it might infect the order of things on the side I am in. I continue, each day, to keep things in order, but once in a while, I take a glance at the other side, what if?

This resignation letter is another reminder of how things around me are constantly changing. People are taking leaps of faith in the name of adventure, of growth, while I am warming my chair at my desk, fixing my schedule.

Sure, things are going well. Everything seems to be in its right place, but what now? Do I merely stare at the order I have created? Or should I go hunt for chaos with the uncertainty that I might not ever be able to find order in them?

I wonder, do leaps of faith start with a date, a place or a letter?