It’s a huge thing. Or is it?
From a young age, we naturally trust our caregivers, trust that we’ll get what we need, trust that if we speak up we’ll be heard, and trust that we can do anything.
Where does that trust get lost along the way? For some, it never does. Those are the people I look to for inspiration. They’re the ones who know in their gut that they can leap and the net will appear.
I recently read a novel, Belong to Me, by Marisa de los Santos. A memory described by one of her characters has awoken a desire in me to once again trust in the universe, trust in my talents and trust that I’m on the right track by taking a leap of faith:
“I found myself remembering Toby cliff diving on a family vacation to California, running full tilt, straight for the edge and over, flinging his body into nothingness with a whoop of exaltation. At the time, I’d thought it was pure, arrogant recklessness, the dumbest kind of dumb fun. But what if it was something more? What if cliff diving wasn’t as much about recklessness as trust, trust in the air to hold you and the water to cushion your fall? Belief in a benevolent universe. Kierkegaardian theology in action. Maybe, just maybe, it was Toby’s version of a leap of faith.”
What would happen if you opened yourself up to trust and took a leap of faith?