I’m going to do it! I’m taking the plunge.
Am I scared? A little.
Am I crazy? Probably.
Am I excited? Hell yeah!
If I don’t do it, I feel as if I will crawl out of my skin as I play it safe and stay small. I feel as if my poor soul would have to go on life support.
If I do, I might fail. Face-plant hard on the concrete in front of a crowd of sensible, nay-saying, rules-following onlookers.
And then what?
Well…I guess I’d have to scrape the pieces of me off the ground. Pick up the remnants of my hopes and pride, and hobble away, tail between my legs. Off to start life anew.
Is that so terrible?
Well, Jeez YEAH…when I look at it that way!
Is it worse than crawling out of your skin? Your soul shriveling up and dying inside of you?
Sigh. This is like playing a game of “Would You Rather?” (except I have no alcohol in front of me right now).
Let me think about this. By staying where I am, nothing will change…right?
Probably not. But you never know. You COULD win Powerball…
Mm hmm. Sure.
If I do take this leap of faith, I may not NECESSARILY fail. I may not have to clean my guts up, right?
Maybe. But maybe not.
And what IS failure anyway? That I don’t succeed right away? That I don’t make my investment back? That this will all be a loss of time and money?
If I don’t do it, I guess I’ll never know.
If I do, I think I can count on at least learning a thing or two. I’m sure I’ll make some valuable connections. I know, if nothing else, I will wake up excited that I have something other than my every day monotony to look forward to. Something that is all my own.
And how about the fact that I will be PROACTIVELY doing something to make me happy and better my life? I would be positively changing the course of my life instead of WAITING for something to happen.
In the depths of my soul, I know the Universe will somehow support me with this endeavor.
Oohh! That could be my new mantra!
You know, I’ve been there before. I’ve had to start all over again when I ended my marriage. I had to go back to work full-time while raising 3 littles ones solo.
It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t fun either. In fact, it was scary as hell.
But now that I think of it, it all worked out. The job showed up just when I needed it to. The right lawyer was recommended to me just as I was ready to take that step. I was able to stay in my home.
The support came from so many sources that I never would have expected or could have imagined.
I did it and I certainly don’t regret it. I am a stronger, happier and more confident person today as a result. In fact, I saved my soul back then.
Well that’s certainly worth something, my dear. Isn’t it?
I’m doing it!
Where does your leap of faith lie? Are you willing to take it?
Inspired by: Carolyn Duarte...Girl on the Run