I’m standing on the precipice, staring out into the unknown. I want to take a step, but fear is keeping me from doing so. Maybe I should just close my eyes and leap. Or would it be better to turn around and run the other way, toward the comfort and stability I’ve known and relied on?
These thoughts float through my head while I stand there, paralyzed. I know I need to choose one action or the other. Safety or risk? How do I decide?
This could be my only chance at this new opportunity. If I don’t jump now, will I regret it? Sure, there’s security in sticking with what I’ve always known, but will I grow by remaining there? I have no doubt I’ll be stretched by choosing the risky option. I just wish there was a way to ensure it turns out well.
Then again, I’ve taken many leaps of faith in my lifetime. And if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Each of those experiences helped mold and shape me into me. It’s easy to second-guess the past, but that’s all it is: guessing. I can’t go back and change anything. Nor do I want to. Even the difficult things I went through have turned out to be blessings in disguise. They’ve developed my character and matured me.
So, in light of that, I think I’ll take the riskier move. Do I really have that much to lose? Worst-case scenario: I’ll fall flat on my face and hobble back to what I was doing before. But it will never be the same. I’ll be a different, stronger me just for having attempted a new endeavor.
Christian, wife, mother of 5, breast cancer survivor, marathon finisher, writer and editor, author of "Help! I'm a Science Project"