When we step outside our known place, that cozy place inside ourselves – are we really as alone and exposed as we think we are? Do dangers really lurk in the dark corners where discovery beckons us? Are there truly monsters in our closet? under our bed? or like frightened children who dare not leave that sqeaking frame to pee lest they wake the beast beneath, are we afraid that our ankles might be caught by the drooling hairy grasp of the unknown?
Our grown up selves know better, but sometimes need a gentle reminder -the only boogie man in the closet is someone glorious… if only we dare to look. That someone is YOU.
There is just: THIS ONE LIFE to live, and JUST THIS ONE MOMENT to be….and now might be the time to set her free.
I think we underestimate the power that the unknown has to transform and move us. When is the last time you pushed the edge and made a decision to really put yourself out there? or take a risk? When is the last time you took a chance on life? Took a chance on YOU?
When is the last time you genuinely felt the”edge” where that fine line had the power to transform your experience and your life and did?The power to make your heart beat- where you felt exhilarated and alive? Has it been a while? Maybe it’s time….
Do we “dare” ourselves often enough, or at all?
When is the last time you stepped outside your comfort zone and signed yourself into something without an escape plan? Calling in sick or fat, or tired, a rip cord, a rain check…. ”Maybe some other time….”
That “practical” thinking will suck the marrow from your very bones as another minute, hour, day, week, month, year flies by….and your practical life ends … un- realized.
Was it that hip hop class you always wanted to take? Painting at the ocean’s bluffs? Taking a solo trip to Martha’s Vineyard with no plan – just a camera and a pocketful of chance?
When is the last time you planned an experience just for you? How bout a road trip to see old friends with every song you’ve ever loved on your ipod so you can rock out with the windows down and feel the wind through your hair as you drive down Highway 61 heading toward Oz. Maybe there’s a yellow brick road in this for you after all.
When is the last time you dared to believe, dared to trust, dared to chance?
When is the last time to dared to let life shake your soul? or say “Sorry” no more?
If for some reason you have something fabulous already planned for yourself like a hot air balloon ride over Paris or wasting away again in Margaritaville than I’ll just expect to see you another time… maybe next year? (and I completely and totally understand) But if things should shift?
I’d love to dance together, belly laugh, witness you, or howl at the moon as we discover a deeper place inside ourselves we never thought we ever wanted to know.