A year ago today I stood at the edge and looked over the side. I’d been to a similar cliffside many times in the past, and I’d jumped with no problems.
I’d always landed with perfect form. Every move calculated, the result expected and achieved.
But this time was different. I wasn’t going to be leaping toward something tangible.
The excitement of the unknown not only threatened to eat me alive, it made me feel more alive than I ever had.
The urge to jump was overwhelming.
So, what was holding me back?
I’d done all my research, the Pros to Jumping weighing so much more than the Cons that it nearly pulled me over the edge.
I didn’t want to be pushed.
I wanted to jump.
There’s a difference.
It took all my strength to stand there, the different choices blowing about me like the winds coming up from the canyon floor.
The sun was shining warm on my back.
The breeze was blowing softly on my face.
My heart lit up with a smile, and my head started to breathe.