Dreams & Cliff jumping

After months of planning and years of preparation, here I am about to launch the TV show I’ve been dreaming of…and I’m not sure I want to do it anymore!

It’s not the myriad of things that have to be done. I can do that. I think it’s the fear of disappointment. It is so much easier to dream big dreams, come up with ideas, make plans. Now that the dream will soon be reality, I’m afraid that the reality might not live up to the dream!

It would be so much easier to put it off or even forget about doing the show. I could say to myself “well at least I tried” and be content with enjoying my wonderful, simple life.

Maybe I’m just scared. In fact this feels like “cliff jumping”.

Cliff jumping is something my children like to do when we go to Lake Powell. I watch them climb high up the rocks, then jump joyously into the water below. I have even climbed and stood at the top of the cliff, but I have never jumped. It’s too scary. I tell myself that I’m enjoying myself just fine by watching them jump. I don’t need to do it. It’s great just being there, enjoying the family and the scenery and floating in the water. And that’s all true, but I have wondered if it would be worth it to take the leap.

So that brings me back to the TV show. I have made the climb and it's almost time to leap. I think I'll borrow some of my children's courage.