I’m not a fan of jumping into cold water. The moment it touches my skin I know it is too late. Each part of me slowly, surely, losing feeling. It will take a few minutes for my body to warm up, to get used to the new sensation. Then, I forget why I didn’t jump sooner.
Transitions feel a lot like jumping into cold water. At first, I am terrified of the thought. Then, I realize the closer I get, the more I am afraid of how it will make me feel. There will be many times of discomfort, maybe even angst. More than I want. But, as quickly as the discomfort makes itself known, the more resistance I feel in taking the next step. Resistance, as Stephen Pressfield claims, is our worst enemy.
I begin to ask myself why I don’t stay put, why my feet are always “itching”, but I realize that’s the problem. Normally, we choose not to take a chance at anything because we are afraid of what might or might not happen. If I decide to do it, well, I’m stuck. I have to do it. But if I decide not to do it, then I’ve started an anxiety-ridden inner dialogue with myself about why I didn’t do it and how I never do anything and blah blah blah.
The battle with one’s self never ends, which is why, I’m starting a season of saying “yes.”
Yes to the vacation! Yes to the pizza! Yes to the phone call! I write a lot about transition and freedom, but it’s because I have to consistently remind myself that each part of my life is a season. And right now, I think it is best to say yes.
I have been fortunate to have a wonderful partner alongside me this past year. A great example of how saying “yes” changed my life in a way I could not have imagined.
Through our joint venture, we have much more courage and inspiration behind each decision. This gives us the fuel to continue the journey instead of give up on it. When left to my own devices, it is harder for me to accept an invitation from the heavens because it normally looks more uncomfortable than I’d like. Like the pool of cold water. Yet, each time I do it, each time I jump, I am not only glad I did but I am amazed at the life that emerges from inside of me.
Taking a chance looks and feels very different from reading about other people who have already taken those chances. Guess what? You have a choice, too. There is an unlimited amount of decisions, and chances, and risks to take.
What moves you? When you see your best self imagined, what does she look like? Where is she?
Find a way to get to her. Ask her questions. Observe her for a while. She may just surprise you.