Why is it that right before or during that big jump off the cliff I start criticizing it all.
All my ideas.
All my visions.
All my decisions.
I'm right here in that moment of letting go - lifting that last foot off of the ground but just before I do self-doubt always creeps in.
Are you sure?
Wouldn't you rather?
How much fun would....be?
If I only let myself see that there is only now. There is purpose in this jump. I deserve this adventure.
I'm still learning that I deserve it all.