The Jump

It was a hot August afternoon and the water below me was sparkling in the summer sun. My whole body was shaking and my brain was frantically trying to convince it that we weren't going to die. "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!" my two boys chanted with glee. Fifteen feet below the ledge I was standing on my husband was waiting with a camera in hand. "Why, oh why did I decide to do this?" my inner voice nagged at me. I had gone bungee jumping before my two little guys were ever born, (Something I will never do again!) and yet here I was looking down at the water below.

It wasn't that I had anything to prove to anyone, but I did want to prove something to myself. I have lived my life making safe decisions. Risk taking is not high on my list, if at all. For most of my life, this hasn't been a bad thing, in fact, it's paid off in most cases. But that day, I felt stuck in "safe". I wanted a moment to be bold and daring, fearless. It sounded like a great idea when I was sitting on the dock watching the rest of the family happily jump into the water. It was a much different story when I was on the edge staring down.

"This is stupid. This is so stupid. Just jump. You're not going to die. You'll land in the water and be fine. You'll be glad you did it. You climbed all the way up here to do this. You'll feel worse if you turn back now after all it took to get here." Somehow, despite my wobbly knees, shaking hands and hammering heart, I managed to find just enough courage to make the jump. When I came up for air, I could hear my boys cheering for me. My heart was still pounding, but I had actually done it. Will I do it again? I honestly don't know. I think some things we have to do just to remind ourselves that we can.

This last week, I've relived that moment on the ledge. I'm so excited to be starting this company and all the things I want to share with you, and it's sometimes terrifying. I know I can do this and I know I'm going to love it. It's taken me four years to get to this point and I have so many wonderful people encouraging me to make this jump. (Thankfully, no one has been chanting, "Chicken!") We all have these moments in our lives. Moments when an amazing opportunity is waiting right in front of us if only we would have the courage to jump. Just because something is good doesn't mean it's not scary (I mean having kids was amazing and terrifying all at the same time!), but I think we need to ask ourselves if the regret of not jumping would be worse than that one moment when our feet leave the edge.

So here I go. Head first into this adventure that I get to share with you. And when I come up for air, the only thing I'll be saying is, "Let's do that again!"

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