It’s A Hell Of A View

Well, it’s been about a week since my big jump. Do I have any regrets? Not a one. I’ve experienced a few things already in this week and my newly learned lessons in boundaries, trust, and discernment have already been tested. I expected that though, so nothing crazy. I have also learned that not everyone understands this journey, they don’t understand the move we made. This is the time when one might start to doubt themselves, their choices, and their journey. Not me, not this time! I’ve done that my whole life, I let what others perceive as normal or acceptable rule my thought process and ultimately my decisions. Know what it got me? Misery, that’s what. It is not fun living a life that isn’t yours, a life that doesn’t fit, a life for everyone but yourself. That’s kind of the point these days it seems, living for everyone else. Its exhausting and I am so grateful I jumped right off that train. I am here for me, the rest is a byproduct. If I am truly happy then I can share that happiness with others. If I am content then I can share that with others. I always saw the message so clearly for everyone else, I have no idea why it took me so long to own it for myself. The minute we start living for ourselves two things seem to happen. We feel free, weightless, and others want to hold us down. I find that the ones trying to hold you back or talk down your journey with negativity or doubt are the very ones that enjoyed using your inability to jump as their own stepstool.

I know not everyone that wants to hold you down does so maliciously, some truly just don’t get it. I have a few of those. That’s ok, I find that I no longer have the need to explain myself or my journey, this life is for doing not talking about doing anyhow. It doesn’t matter what your idea of happiness is, or what jumps that means you will have to take, there will always be someone thinking you gave up something you shouldn’t, compromised somewhere they wouldn’t, or were fearless in a way they couldn’t. I am absolutely positive that many look at our jump and think we are crazy for what we left behind. To some we had it made, to us, it came at costs we were no longer willing to pay. Who’s right? I think everyone in a way. Those that wouldn’t make the choices we do aren’t supposed to and that’s ok. The only time its not ok is when we allow their feelings to override our own. When we decide we have something to justify or explain. When we let our decisions be any one else’s business. I am not the same person I was and I will never be again. I have no intention of coming back down, I am loving this flight far too much. I have no judgment for any one else and their path, and I choose to not accept anyone else’s judgement for mine. It all really is a choice.

I explain all this because I see those ready to jump, or newly jumped. I see the fear, I see the exhilaration. I understand them both. Take back your joy, it’s yours to own and should never be influenced by anyone else. Whether you are the corporate type that enjoys the hustle and bustle or the simple type that wants quiet simplicity, it’s yours to have. Chase your joy and never the dollar, choose to love and let go of the hate, live your happiness and let go of outside expectations. When faced with new, exciting, and sometimes scary leaps of faith, I hope you choose to fly. It isn’t for everyone, and sometimes you have no idea where you’re going to land but I promise you, it’s a hell of a view! 💛💛💛