All That Matters is That You Jump

by Libby Segal
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trapeze“All that matters is that you jump.”

One of my trapeze instructors whispers this to me as I am suddenly about to swing off a platform that feels as though it is miles from the ground.

I take a deep breath, bend my knees and then leap-I leap for my fears of heights- for my fears of falling - I leap for my friends – for proving that my last turbulent experience dealing with heights hasn’t held me back - and I leap for myself.

And I soar - like a bird. I feel the air rush past my face. I hear for my commands from below. Legs up. See my hands. Let go. Look for Brooklyn. Enjoy the ride. And boy was I enjoying the the ride.

I listen for my commands again – Legs down, and “up,” which in trapeze lingo means… Drop.

“Awesome,” I proclaim and I get giddy about trying it again.

Trapeze was one of the greatest activities I’ve tried this year. Joined by good friends, I knew that this was the best way to kick off a Saturday morning. And not only was it fun–but it taught me a great lesson as well.

“All that matters it that you jump.”

 

img 4586The words continue to echo.

A metaphor flashes before my eyes.

Every day asks us to jump - to make a choice.

We can either stand still or make a change. It may not literally mean a jump from the sky - but it could rather be as simple as a phone call to an old friend, or family member we’ve lost touch with.

It could be taking a new job–or having the courage to ask for a raise at your current one.

In the end, all that matters is having the courage to jump. 

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Libby Segal is a New York City based associate producer, writer, stand up comedian, and the official Hobby Hoarder. Follow her adventures at www.thehobbyhoarder.com 

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