Leap of Faith

 

Why is it so hard to take your own advice? I can dish it out all day, but I still feel immune to my own medicine. I'm the queen of telling people to just "go for it" or to "go big or go home." I will sit across from someone for hours breathing life into that person's dreams, baiting he or she to dance with me in a world of possibility, and by the end of our conversation, leave my friend intoxicated with a new reality.


I demonize pridefulness known as the author of insecurity and the gatekeeper of fear, while imploring people to take risks by reveling in discomfort. Yet in spite of the bravado-splashed cape I adorn partnered with the gutsy mask I shift so easily in and out of, I've been playing it small. Why I'm so willing to admit my flaws and shortcomings in such a public setting is beyond me, but I come before you emotionally naked as a jaybird (a saying I've never fully understood).

The point is that I also fall victim to self-doubt and look outside myself for validation, desperately feeling entitled to a guarantee before being willing to creep out on that ledge. The reality is that it's normal to seek out what's "safe," and to cling to "comfortable." Change is hard after all.


Whether it's ending a relationship, quitting a job, moving to a new city, adopting a new hobby or quitting an old habit; change requires serious effort and more often than not, it's easier to maintain autopilot status than steer the plane. In spite of the acknowledged difficulty in taking a "leap of faith," the risk is (insert long dramatic pause here) always worth it. My disclaimer is that it doesn't always guarantee success, but I promise that the version of you standing on the other side of that big old leap is worth it.

So when there's a mighty challenge begging you to have the guts to act, just go for it. Rip that bandage off, jump off that ledge, close your eyes, and just say "yes." We have one life, one shot at making our dreams come true and if we're lucky, we'll wake up one day in bed, wrinkled as a prune, but without a single regret.

Sometimes we just need that serendipitously-timed reminder, a voice of encouragement saying you're worth it to inspire us to go big or go home. Consider me your personal cheerleader because your act of bravery gives me the courage to do the same. So take my hand, and a deep breath, as we both jump in head first.

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