Daring Mondays: Dare to Free Fall

These is one thing you should know about me; I hate (and I do mean hate being left hanging. Or, maybe it would be more accurate to say that I hate not knowing what’s going to happen. I can handle a little suspense (I’m a big mystery reader/watcher after all), but as far as life goes, in general, I much prefer to have some idea about what’s going on.

That’s the whole problem with this Dare thing though… Taking a risk, by definition, involves having no way to know what the results will be. And that people is so very uncomfortable for me. In fact, I’d have to say that I can’t stand it!

We’re only a month into my year of daring and every now and then, when there is a lull in my thinking or activity, I get this overwhelming feeling that I’ve just parachuted off a cliff or airplane in the middle of nowhere and am now hanging in that moment between jumping and pulling the cord screaming, “Please God! Please God, make the ‘chute open!”

Did I mention I really don’t like that feeling? It’s so very tempting to grab the edge of the cliff face as I hurtle past, tuck my feet back under me and climb back onto the solid ground of the known. (And now you know why my Word of the Year was Dare… I definitely need to learn to be a little daring.) I know I’ll be unhappy back on the ground, and I know that I’ll forever be wondering “What If” (or worse, have to repeat this free falling lesson – Ack!), but part of me is still tempted.

So, my mantra for the last few weeks has been something along the lines of: “It’s all going to be ok. This was the right thing to do. You don’t need to know what’s going to happen to know you can trust this…” Or rather, it’s more of an inner monologue than a mantra. But, I figure it doesn’t matter so much what my inner struggle looks like as long as I’m still doing what I set out to. After all, an inner struggle is going to be inevitable when we take risks.

So this week I’m creating a new mantra for myself: Embrace the Free Fall! How are you doing on your personal dare? Did you determine to jump off that cliff and then grab hold again when the free fall hit you? Are you afraid to trust the parachute too? I’d love to hear your comments and blogs – hey, maybe free falling loves company?

Yours,
Megan