Are you willing to take a leap?
I found this photo of me the other day.
It got me thinking about being willing to jump.
As a child I was often climbing up trees, taking jumps like this, doing all sorts of things that seemed as if they could have gone terribly wrong. Of course, I was pretty safe. I climbed trees I knew would hold me. I jumped onto areas that didn't contain old boards or junk. I checked around before I jumped.
But I still had to make the leap – and there is always uncertainty when jumping. Maybe I could have slipped right as I was jumping and hit my head. Maybe I could have misjudged the terrain and could have landed in a hole.
My point is, no matter how much I checked before I ran and jumped, I was still taking a risk by making that leap.
I'd like to get back to the spirit of that little boy, ready to jump. But not just off of buildings – I want to have that spirit in life. Am I as willing to take on projects where I might fail? And now that failure means losing money or possibly being embarrassed, am I less willing to leap than I was when it meant breaking a leg?
And not only leaping, but leaping with joy.