I was standing on a ledge, overlooking a beautiful cenote in Mexico, deciding if I was going to jump or not. It didn’t look that far down when I was standing at the bottom looking up. But now that I was at the top looking down, it seemed so much further. I knew the water would be cold and that for me was a good enough reason not to jump. But it was the free fall I was afraid off… the total loss of control.
It was my decision… mine alone. No one was going to push me… no one was going to jump for me… I had to decide if I was going to leave the safety of the ground, leap into the air, and land in the most amazing pool of clear water. It was scary and exciting all at the same time.
I drew in a deep breath, held it, and jumped…
My coach and I were visiting about a proverbial cliff I was looking over. The view from the top was a lot higher than I imagined. It was a long way down. It was scary but I was excited about what was at the bottom of the cliff. It was what I wanted! I had been standing there, overlooking this same cliff for 3 years and it was time for me to make a decision. I either needed to jump or back off the edge.
The cliff I was looking over was the foundation of my life up until this point… a successful 20-year career in the finance industry. Waiting at the bottom of the cliff was my dream of impacting lives through speaking and coaching. I was scared to jump.
There was an ache in my stomach. It wasn’t because I was dreading making the decision, I knew what the answer was. My heart had already made the decision… I wanted to jump! It was my head that was holding me back. I was always in control and taking this leap would mean I would have to give up control and free fall, leaving the comfort of solid ground. I knew there would be a shock to my system when I hit the cold water of starting something new. But being in it would be so much more rewarding than simply looking at it.
It was the next question that pulled me into reality… “If your twin sister in Texas was faced with the same situation, what would you tell her to do?” .005 seconds later, I said, “ I would tell her to quit.”
My head just caught up with my heart. Taking myself out of the equation, making the decision for someone else, and saying it out loud finally made everything crystal clear.
The next morning, I drew in a deep breath, held it, and jumped.
It was the scariest, most liberating thing I had ever done! Yes, the water is cold. Yes, the free fall nearly killed me. But I jumped! I’m now swimming in the cenote of my dreams!
Where do you need the courage to jump in your life? If your twin came to you for advice for the same situation, what would you tell her? Would you tell her to jump? So what are you waiting for?