I’ve been stepping up and doing different things that I’ve always held myself back from, for various reasons. It’s a huge undertaking, but I’ve uncovered the mirage of limits that I place on myself. It was a year ago yesterday that I jumped out of a plane for the first time. I’ve now jumped 3 times, and my 4th is scheduled for August.
3 weeks before I jumped, I would have told you that you were crazy if you came up and said that not only do I jump out of planes, but I enjoy it. It is 100% the most spontaneous action I have ever taken, and I’ve pushed and expanded my world ever since.
Sometimes this limitless version of me is scary. Letting go of perceived control is scary. Feeling open and exposed is scary. But as the saying goes, everything worth having is on the other side of fear.
I completely overexaggerated the act of grinding wheat. I had romanticized that it would be this huge undertaking. It’s seriously one of the easiest things I’ve ever done, and tonight I made the best bread I’ve ever made.
Bread is one of my favorite things to bake because even though it took 5 hours from start to finish, it wasn’t constant effort. It was maybe a total of 1 hour of effort, if that.