Leaps of Faith and World Domination

I don't know about the rest of you, but lately I feel like every part of my life has become a giant leap of faith.

And by that I mean jumping off a cliff with no idea what I'm doing, but screaming, "Oh hey, I think this looks fun, let's try it and I hope I don't die!"

We bought a house today. A nice house that I love. And I am very excited and nervous and worried and anxious and ... I've owned houses before. I've been in debt for like, EVER. Like the majority of people in the world. This is not a new thing for me. But after moving back to Utah from Texas this last summer, I feel like every thing we do, every choice we make (as a family) is an enormous undertaking. And that's not wrong.

Every day that passes is a day that we will never get back. And every choice is one less that we get to make tomorrow. Sometimes those choices are made using a great deal of thought and calculation. And other times it's a total guessing game. Those are the times when I try to go with my gut, and my heart. Because those two--when they're on speaking terms--tend to know what they're doing.

I try to apply this to my writing too. I suck at outlining, and to be honest, I rarely stick with them. Instead, I get to know my characters and let them take me on the journey that belongs to them. Because isn't that what we do in reality anyway?

My point is that it's okay that we can't see the future. If we could, life wouldn't be nearly as interesting. And neither would the stories we are here to tell.
 
Every minute and every story is just one more little leap of faith. Today I jumped back into home-ownership. Tomorrow maybe I'll finish another book. The next day ... well. World domination is always an option.

Conquering the Fall

Have I ever told you all about my fear of falling? No? Hm. Seems like we’ve talked about jumping off of cliffs and stuff before, which is scary to me, but not quite as scary as shooting straight down into a tank of hammerhead sharks. Which I did recently.

It was ridiculously scary. I don’t think I’ve screamed that loud in, well, maybe ever. And I still can’t decide if not seeing the sharks because my eyes were closed is a loss or not. Because I came out with water in my brain, but otherwise alive.  I conquered my fear and did that freakishly scary thing which I will probably never try again. Because seriously, I am too young to have a heart attack.

This is what I did.

Leap of Faith
Atlanatis, Paradise Island (aka Nassau) Bahamas

Yes, it is as scary as it looks.

No, that is not me in the picture, and one does not exist. The experience exists now…only in my memory. *cue Titanic flashback* 

It's called the Leap of Faith, which I found appropriate, given the twists and turns my life has taken this year. I took the leap and checked this task off my bucket list. Now it’s your turn. What scary thing have you been up to?

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