Jump!
Despite how it might appear to the casual observer, those who know me well will tell you that I am A Planner. To the smallest, most obsessive detail. I tend not to do things unless I am really quite assured of the outcome. I mean, I have done many rash things, but if I give myself time to think about a decision, you can be sure I am overthinking it!
A little while ago, after my customary overthought (real word, didn’t just make it up) I took a leap of faith. A big jump. Right this moment, I am not sure whether I am going to fall on my feet, or perhaps, metaphorically speaking, break both ankles when I land. Who knows, there might just be an endless free fall.
But. I jumped.
I jumped.
And that makes me braver than I thought I was.
Have you ever jumped? Was it easy for you? How did your risk work out?
Ha! You’re kinda describing my way of life. One big leap, a rest for a while and then another. Do they work out? Not always as expected. But for me, it’s keep growing or die. I never really get used to the quantum shifts that such leaps bring about but then I figure it keeps my mind flexible too.
Keep jumping honey! It’s always a good thing from my point of view
Yay! Sounds exciting!!
Ah, fellow jumpers! It would be nice to plod unconsciously for a bit here and there too, though, wouldn’t it?
I have learnt to jump after many years of self doubt. When that little voice in my head questions whether I can do something I’ve learnt to tell it to shut up and of course I can do it. Never ceases to amaze me when it all comes together.