When I was 2 - 1/2 years old, my mom was shocked to see that my dad had encouraged me to climb up the ladder of the high dive at the pool, walk the length of the diving board and jump off to meet my dad who was treading water down below waiting for me. I loved it and wanted to do it again. That officially started my love of leaping!
The biggest risks can create the biggest rewards. This has proven true in my life again and again and again. Even though the rewards are there -- taking that first step is not always easy. I tend to over think things. Calculate the risk verses rewards. Mentally go over all the unknowns. Play out every single 'what if'. After all that I listen to my heart and I leap. Every single time I am so happy to have jumped.
What I am learning more and more with each leap of faith is to listen to my heart earlier in the process. Know what is true. Listen to my intuition. Stay in alignment with who I am, what I value, and feels right. The head space is great for having a safety net, a back up plan, for understanding the full picture. But the heart space is the only place to live.
What decision are you trying to make? What does your heart tell you? When do you try and talk yourself out of your heart space? When does fear win? When are you going to give yourself permission to live from the heart? What would be different if you did?