I’m a pretty safe person.
Safe as in not the gambling type. If mama needs a new pair of shoes, mama will make a plan to acquire the money over a period of time to invest in said shoes.
Weird. Please don’t call me mama.
The point is: snooze fest.
I do not often leap without measuring the time to the ground utilizing a prepared plan for impact.
Clearly, as you can see, this is a far cry from the lighthearted, free spirits that thrive in the now.
I specifically am speaking of those who start with a burning passion or inescapable summoning, that listen to their intuition and that execute the big, risky change –where either a new benchmark for happiness and growth is the outcome or a stiff, but invaluable life lesson.
I always admire the risk takers and their loyalty to their innate selves.
Maybe he set sail to another country in an attempt to win a lost love or she quit her powerful career to start up her own company- or for some, they finally muster the courage to order the grilled chicken salad instead of the loaded chili dog for lunch.
Hey, to each their own.
I want my own story! Preferably of the valiant and victorious variety.
And this time….one’s a comin’!
And I’m gettin’ on this train whether the conductor welcomes me himself or I have to coordinate a heist Leverage-style to claim a seat in the cabin (You can bet your booty regardless, when I recite my tale of take off, it will be a thrilling James Bond meets Cat Woman meets Amy Phoeler version- hey, no humor, no listeners).
So here I come.
5,820ft above fear, 1,004 miles through “what if” and many, many dreams past the past.