You’re standing on the edge of a cliff. The sun is quickly setting off in the horizon and night will be upon you before you know it. If you don’t jump now you won’t have the benefit of daylight and instead you’ll be jumping off into a black abyss. It’s now or never.
You’ve made this jump before, countless times. Yet, each time you stand there as anxiety and fear grips at your chest and clogs your throat. Your stomach churns into a knot and you’re frozen with fright as self-sabotaging thoughts race through your mind. What if you don’t jump far enough only to land on top the jagged rocks below? What if you jump too far and miss the soft waters of the lake all together?
The what if scenarios can leave you there till nightfall and then what are you going to do? Sleep there till morning dawns just to stand there another day gripped with the same fear only now it’s had all night to build and solidify itself.
Take the rocky cliff and lake and substitute it for any obstacle you’re facing right now. At present moment the cliff represents for me a necessary move from my current living situation. How many times have I moved in this lifetime? The answer is too many times to count. So why does the idea scare the hell out of me? The fear of ending up in a worse living situation. But then the question of the day is, “why would I move somewhere worse?”
Say What?!