Three years ago I met one of the most fearless humans I know. A friend of mine had a group of friends in town visiting Miami for the weekend, and we all decided to hang out together. I instantly connected with one of them, and we started talking about each other’s lives and sharing our stories. He was spinning off of a massive injury (broken rib cages) from a motorcycle accident (trying stunts mixed with going too fast), something that he was so proud to share, in addition to the time he got electrocuted while at work. In my mind I kept thinking that this guy is absolutely insane! It turns out he lives and breathes for this adrenaline rush. He was intense and bold and not afraid of anything. I was completely at a loss for words on how this man is still alive today, but what attracted to me to him were our conversations and the fact that he was fearless.
He and I spent the weekend together just touring Miami and getting to know each other by way of me picking his brain and sharing with him my ambition for taking a leap/moving out of Florida/quitting my job. He stopped me in my tracks and asked me this question: when was the last time you cried? In that moment, I couldn’t think of a time so I responded with something generic, “probably 3 years ago”as I literally could not pin point a moment or time. [In hindsight, this is an incredibly long time to shed tears considering now I feel I cry at least once a month :)].
The point he was getting across was that I hadn’t done anything worth testing my limits or getting out my own box – things that compliment growth & expansion. All the signs that weekend led me on this hunt to do things that scare me, that evoke an emotion that I’ve been hiding without even realizing it.
There was a moment where we were just sitting on my couch in silence, listening to Christian Scott’s album and I remember the song that I kept on repeat long after this weekend passed was Litany Against Fear.
“I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” – Frank Herbert, Dune
Three months later is when I resigned and moved away.
What I’ve found over the course of the years is that whenever I feel that I’m on the verge of flipping to the next chapter of my life, I cry. Not because I’m sad or afraid, but because I know that it’s in these exact moments where I’m facing my fears….and it’s okay.