I was standing on a ledge, a second story balcony with no railing. Even though it was a second story of a cabin, it felt like I was at the top of a skyscraper peering down into the ocean. The water was dark, yet settled. I noticed that other people had jumped before me, with little to no effort. They were beckoning me to come with them. I looked to see that I had a life jacket on. Yet, the thought of jumping THAT far into the deep unknown of those waters was slightly terrifying. I remember seeing the platform on the first level, that it was much bigger than the one I was standing on, so not only would I have to jump from way up high, I would also have to make a concerted effort to jump beyond the platform and into the depths of dark, deep water. My fear of heights and water culminated into a request from the Universe that would be a heroic effort from me. I remember feeling that it was doable, but it would take some proverbial “cojones” to get the job done. It was a bigger jump than I had ever taken before, but if I didn’t…

I would stay where I was. And eventually that place would wither and rot. What was behind me was a sliding door into a cabin. No, not a cozy cabin with a fire lit in the fireplace… it was infested with bugs and small rodents... and the inside of the cabin was even darker than the deep blue ocean. I could stay in this “safe” place a little while longer…. But it would eventually bug the hell out of me… Literally.

It was time for me to jump, instead of stay “comfortable”. It was time for me to catapult myself into the next place. It wouldn’t be easy, it would make me face my fears, but I remembered my life jacket and my friends who went before me and I made the plunge.

I then woke up from my fascinating dream. I had asked my angel for guidance the night before…to help me with a pretty significant decision I am about to make in my life. I told him he could tell me in a dream… and he delivered.

What was the result of my jump? To be continued I guess… I woke up after I jumped, or in the middle of my jump. It’s a faith walk… or faith leap, rather. I don’t think I was supposed to see the end of the movie so-to-speak. It would take the faith part out of the equation. The biggest knowing I gathered was that the supposedly “comfortable” place I was in, was slowly going to close in on me and become pesky in my life. I knew that even though I needed to step out into the unknown, that there was something greater beyond it. My friends successfully had made the jump. I had a life jacket so I knew I would be safe, yet I hesitated on my abilities to jump far enough to get me beyond the lower platform, and I dreaded the thought of sinking into the black ocean for even a few moments. The alternative was to stay back,not make the jump, and slowly be taken over by infestation.

Sometimes we think where we are most comfortable is the place we should stay. Our comfort level dictates us whether we realize it or not. The soft sheets under our skin in the morning while we hit our snooze button instead of getting to the gym. The hot shower instead of the cold pellets brazing our skin. Staying right where we are in relationship or in business that may not bring us what we ultimately desire. Our comfort is sometimes even involved with PAIN. We keep the pain and discomfort because we are used to it. We are comfortable with our KNOWN, so much more than taking a risk in the unknown. The question is, what will be the results of our staying in our comfort? We may think we will stay in comfort, but eventually it will become excruciatingly uncomfortable there too. Growth is always the answer, taking the leap, even if we have to calculate it, think over it a bit first, will ultimately land us in new waters. We can’t just leap at any or every decision and hope for growth, but when life hands you a cliff, an ocean and a life jacket, you asses if you want to live big, with a little discomfort to get there, or stay small in your comfortable ways. As for me, I’m going to take the leap.

Written and copyright by Jessica White. xoxo