All journeys have a pivotal point where one must commit to completion or turn back, never knowing what might be. Either all in, or removed. Specifics and intensity vary with circumstances.
Accurately gauging the risks and rewards. Humans are notoriously bad at calculating risk versus reward. Witness: lotteries; base jumping; and Tinder.
Me? I'm a risk taker. It's genetic. My greatest risks have always yielded the greatest rewards, though not always tangible or readily recognizable. Not a fan of Pyrrhic Victories, willing to take a short term loss for a long term gain. Patience hard learned.
So, out walking a new to me stretch of river with a friend, we came to a bridge. Crossing, I stopped to capture down river. Water calm. Mirroring.
" What do you see?"
" I don't know. But, it's important."
She's used to this wackitude from me. It's part of my allure.
Several Call for Entries (exhibits) beckoning. Prints to be made. Entries to submit.
I have no idea where it will lead, or how it will progress. But it is Right and True.
Crossing the Bridge.