One of my favorite feelings in the world is that moment when you’re taking off on a flight and the wheels are no longer touching the ground. For a split second, I feel this panic like “what if the plane just hits the ground and explodes?” But there’s also this calming feeling where I’ve accepted the risk of flying and I’m sticking to it.
I think I can really learn a lot from this idea. I spend much of my time dreaming (and pretty big I might add). I constantly am thinking about where I could be and what’s holding me back, but I think as much as I love the idea of taking risks I’m scared of it. The idea of something not going the right way can be crippling at times and it is really hard to take a risk and fully commit to it. When I’m flying I think about the chance that this could all crash and burn but once I’ve made that decision to fly I can’t really go back. I have to stick with it and so far, it’s been working for me (knocks on wood).
I want to encourage myself (and maybe you too) to take more risks, acknowledge that you’re partaking in some risky business, but stand behind it. If you’re planning to drop everything and move away, don’t be apologetic about it. Own it. Don’t allow those seeds of doubt to creep in. I don’t want to tie this post up in a neat little bow like I typically do. I just wanted to let you know where my head is at and hopefully provoke a little thought for you.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it