How do you tackle huge endeavors?
It's the hundred dollar question. The scariest part... the part that instills fear and excitement in me...is not really knowing.
Flying in the face of not knowing is an acquired skill. It's hopefully honed during previous attempts at new things. It's never perfect. It's always a version of managed, low grade panic.
Yet, something about it is exhilarating.
Walking out on that wire...
Showing up to the party alone...
Driving with no map (fine, no GPS)...
I've been thinking about the defining moments that occur during the major shifts in my life. For me, those key moments can often be pinpointed to one big decision that is a byproduct of a series of smaller shifts. The eventual stress of those shifts, combined with a personal evolution leads to some sort of snap, which shoots me in a new direction. These are the best times.
They are terrifying plummets from a comfortable place, laced with the excitement of landing somewhere new.
I'm not trying to be cryptic or vague, although I know that's what I'm doing.
Anyway...
Those moments when, whether by your choice or not, something snaps?
That's not a bad place to live.
