All I can say to this bit of inspiration from Steve Harvey is…damn right.
Jumping off the cliff – even knowing you have a parachute – is scary as hell.
And I’ll be absolutely candid. I’m still falling, tugging at the ripcord. I’ve been torn up and beaten up on my way down. I’ve experienced things that, at the time, made me wish I never jumped at all. But I’m glad I did. I’m glad I took the risk of jumping into the unknown. I’m glad I tried different careers and moved to different places with no idea what was on the other side. I have scars and I appreciate every single one of them. Each one is a reminder that I am alive, I am whole, I am worthy, I am enough.
And here’s the kicker…I do have faith that my parachute is opening. And yours will too, if you choose to jump.
However, as Mr. Steve says, if you never jump your parachute will never open and you will never soar.
So tell your fear – no matter what shape it takes – to go to hell because you gotta jump.
