Celebrating my lovely neice’s 9th birthday this week, I found myself facing a mega trampoline and a big, big foam pit. I watched as each child before me somersaulted and catapulted themselves into that foam pit, and I really really wanted to do it too. So, to my family’s horror, I joined the queue. But as my turn finally came, and I was jumping on the tramp ready to pounce…all these thoughts and fears started creeping into my mind “what are you doing you idiot? you’re 40, get off the tramp . You’ll look like a fool. Don’t do it. You’ll hurt yourself. Just jump gently, don’t try and somersault, you can’t do that”.
Now…anyone who knows me, is aware that quite frankly, I’m a bit of a wuss bag. I don’t take risks. If there is a safe route, I’ll take it. My husband wants to take me bungy jumping, I think just to see the look of horror on my face. And it’s safe to say that I love my warm cozy little comfort zone. And whilst I don’t think my life is going to be incomplete if I never bungy jump (sorry husband, you’ll have to pack the elastic away on that one)…being a none risk taker, manages to find its way into every element of my life, including my work space. Fear creates worry, and anxiety is the enemy of optimism and innovation…and I can’t afford to be those things, in my personal life or in my work.
So as I stood on that trampoline, I made a conscious choice, to acknowledge the fear in my belly…but not let that fear stop me from being who I want to be.
What leap of faith are you going to make this week?