In February of this year, we celebrated my husband’s fiftieth birthday by jumping out of an airplane.  I still can’t believe we did that, but what an amazing experience it was.

There was raw fear - watching as he jumped out the door into nothingness and then stepping to the threshold to do the same.  But there was exhiliaration and excitement that surpassed the level of fear.  There is just no way to describe it adequately, but what an experience!

Well, today, I felt that fear manifold.  I jumped again – only this time, I jumped from the secure confines of the corporate world into the open air of free agency.  It was probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done, but necessary. 

You see, I have come to realize over the past couple of years just how much of life we were sacrificing on the altar of work.  Don’t get me wrong, I work hard and I love it.  But I came to a point where I realized that the method and the means of work were just “not working” for us.  The schedule, the environment, and the things we were doing were killing us.

So I’ve spent the past year packing the chute, checking the harnesses, and training for the day that I would finally make the jump. 

AND TODAY, I JUMPED!

It was hard – really, really hard – but once done, there was peace that I had not felt in a very long time.  It’s the peace that comes from knowing you just did something that you desperately needed to do.

–Brenda