Here we stand, all at the edge of change, walking backwards in a ball of mirrors. Walking backwards brings you to where you are, now. It is forward movement, even if we chose differently. Even if we didn‘t want to let go, it gat ripped out of our hands. Suddenly all together we stand hand in hand by the edge of a cliff. Ready to jump. Ready for the new. And we look down, wondering what might come to life, now and forever. Fearful of failure but it is all written. Failure impossible. Changes all made naturally. Closed up but forced to open. The world around a mirrored ball of destiny and moments of youth. Is this what being in ones 30s feels like? A rebirth of what we thought had died? Or a death of what we thought might never happen. Happening anyway. No control we hold in our hands. No thought our mind can creat that will hold us back. Here we stand, all together, at THE EDGE OF CHANGE.