Concrete Stairs and Flying

Today I celebrate my 37th birthday…

Last night I went to a workshop held by a great friend. During the evening we had to share something we were proud of in our lives.  And as we went around the room I began to shuffle through in my mind all the different things from my kids, to my work, to our family, to all the “achievements” and so called “notches in my belt” that I should have probably chosen.

But one single moment surprisingly jumped out at me… a moment that was a big game changer about 11 years ago …

Now the moment that changed my life was when I took a beginner’s mountain biking course that had us (on the last day of class) ride down a flight of concrete stairs (approx 10 of them!).

First off, athletic or not, most of you (that are sane) are probably thinking… why the heck would anyone launch themselves off concrete stairs.  Point taken…

But what I learned was… first off, fear is very real.. no matter how much you prepare, think positive and try to convince yourself that it will be alright… the fear is there when you are standing in the moment just before you take the first step.

Secondly I learned, that when I stretch myself out of my comfort zone, when I am willing to dance in the fear, vulnerability and in the unknown…. I also get to fly!

Although the moment before the first step was full of fear, once I started, there was no turning back…. the fear disappeared and the “OMG, I’m actually doing this” adrenaline and pure joy happened…the feeling of flying.

The trust in my body to know what to do, to transfer my weight, to keep my eyes front and to just stay on course, meant that I could fly.

So thank you Susan for last night. And for reminding me as I step into my 37th year:

We are much more powerful than we think…

Even when we are terrified…
Even when we are full of fear…
We need to take that first step….
And then we need to trust… in our bodies… and in ourselves.

If not, we could be missing out on all the times we could be flying.