That Story Bridge Feeling

As I am dangling upside down, still strapped into my seat belt, on the wrong side of the highway, down an embankment, and almost embedded in a tree, I am thinking about my life. Said life has just flashed before my eyes, is in sharp focus and has my full attention.

My mind shows me a picture of the Story Bridge, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Yes, I agree. It is time to head to that bridge whereupon our first meeting, only two months ago, my eyes filled up and my heart called out.

I packed up my secretarial life in Adelaide, learned 30 songs and headed to Brisvegas to become a singer. I had no family here, no contacts and no history. I had never been a singer before, never run my own business and never been away from home. But Adelaide had spun me around at high speed. The Story Bridge had called out to me. So I listened.

15 years on and I have spent enormous amounts of time going over the glorious bridge that brought me here. I walked it day and night. I drove it summer to spring. I took photos of it. I even broke down on it. Eventually, I fell in love beside it. Greg, my husbanda to be, and the father of my two children, lived beside the Bridge, high up in a residential tower, all the while looking down, never knowing that his one true love was hooning back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a bright pink convertible Volkswagen.

Eventually we did meet. A rampage of passion ensued. Two months later, a pregnancy! A guy I hardly knew. A comedian no less. Me up the duff.

Now, I have always been the kind to push. I try really hard to make things happen. I frequently organise the life out of my life and I tremble in the face of uncertainty. But in this, and for the second time, I let go of control. I saw myself hanging upside down in the car. I saw the Story Bridge. I saw Greg. I jumped in.

Brisbane brought me the love of my life, it brought me motherhood, it brought me a university degree, it fostered a writing career, it connected me to my spiritual family and it taught me how to sing! And then....as if it hadn't already done enough, it introduced me to Northern New South Wales.

I got that Story Bridge feeling as I drove through the Northern Rivers about eight years ago, and I know well enough by now not to ignore it. Everything that has ever really mattered, everything that has ever changed the course of my life in unprecedented and unexpected ways, has come when I have bypassed the masterful logic of my mind and surrendered to my feelings.

At the moment Greg is underemployed due to a recent change in radio contracts. My book isn't out yet. In order to move we will most likely have to pack up and relocate inside a 3 week whirlwind.

Yep. It's time again. Time again to surrender to that Story Bridge feeling. 

Krista