I’m 5. I’m Superman. I prepare to soar into the sky. I leap (from the top bunk)…
Ok, so that particular attempt at living my super hero dream didn’t end quite as planned (I landed on my face). But I’d tried. I’d leapt. I looked like a puppy pug but I felt victorious.
As I got older, I stopped leaping quite as much. I started waiting for all the conditions to be just right. ‘Just right’ is code for ‘sure thing’, waiting until you know exactly how things will turn out. And waiting for an assurance like that does exactly the job it’s meant to do: keep you safe from change.
There are always very sensible reasons not to leap. It’s not the right time, I’ll do it clumsily, weirdly, messily. I’ll embarrass myself.
Yep, there’s an excellent chance I’ll fall on my face (again).
But not knowing what will happen also means that adventure might happen. Before I leapt into living on the Galàpagos Islands, I didn’t even know exactly where they were. Before creating a job in tech for myself, coding was more foreign than Mandarin to me.
Leaping isn’t the sensible choice. It’s never the right time. It’s always a risk. That’s the whole point.
But one thing I know for sure is that when I look back on my life, it won’t be waiting for ‘just right’ that I’ll remember with pride. It’ll be the moments I said, “thanks everything I think I know… I’m about to leave you far behind!”
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