The Giant Freakin' Leap.

This is my first blog post here. (Well, duh.) I have spent an inordinate amount of time stressing over what this post should be about, since it seems like there is so much pressure for it to be brilliant / insightful / life-changing / all of the above. And to be honest, I am so entirely mortal that it gets a little bit ridiculous sometimes.

I thought about creating an initial post and just writing, “Hi!” 

Or better yet, making an intentional mistake - having a first post that began,”Hi world! This is my first blo-”. Charming, right? 

And as I think about it - as I consider why I’m here, and why you’re probably here, I realize - I am obsessed with the giant leap. That’s why I’m here.

I’ve been spending so much time standing at the edge, staring out at the abyss and wondering what’s out there, that I’ve forgotten that I am utterly, totally, and completely enthralled, inspired and invested in the giant leap. I effing LOVE that freaking leap.

But why does that matter? That matters because most of us - and I could not be more included in this pack - live our lives day to day, assuming that now is not the time to take action. That day will come. One day - of course, one day, one day - we’ll wake up, and there will be enough money, time, support, money, possibility, and money to actually do what we want to do. Does this sound familiar?

What might that actually look like, to do that thing we've wanted and needed and yearned to do? To buy a one-way plane ticket to that destination that we fantasize about. To quit our boring job that isn’t challenging, satisfying or enjoyable. To break up with the significant other that hasn’t been making us happy for a while. 

Now, don’t get me wrong: I believe in taking giant leaps for the right reasons. I believe in taking giant leaps that could almost - almost - be called “responsible.” But fundamentally, I do not believe that any of us are going to wind up on our deathbeds, looking back at our lives, saying, “I’m glad I let all of that time go by and continued to be unhappy because it felt so safe. I sure was responsible. All ready to go now - I'm good!”

I hate the idea of safety. I hate the huge, terrifying amount of fear that the very concept of losing your safety instills in me and everyone I know. I am kind of done with safe.

Not everyone is psyched about this. Not everyone will be. I’m not actually okay with that, but that’s on me. So my job is to encourage that kind of leap. To encourage the world to live big. And to shine as bright as I freakin’ can, because that’s what I want for my clients. (And I hope that it goes without saying that that’s what I want for you - whoever you are).