When I read this word, taking chances automatically comes to mind. It's sad that it no longer means the playful version of the word, or does it? The times I'm jumped and taken chances have been some of the best times.
My mom, sister, and I talked for years of taking a trip to Disney World at Christmas time to see all the decorations but every year we would chicken out because of the uncertainty of the weather in our part of the country at that time of year. Finally a couple of years ago, we jumped and booked tickets just a month out from when we left. And it was a wonderful trip! The decorations did not disappoint and the three of us made memories that still warm our hearts.
I am often guilty of paralysis by analysis. I want/need to fix up my house but get stuck because I can't decide if I want to stay in the house or fix it up to sell it. I have been sitting in a place full of half finished projects for (insert a number of years that is really embarrassing). One day I had a discount coupon for Anthropologie and in that moment, while looking at knobs and handles on their website, I decided to just go for it and leave my kitchen the way it was, except for a few cosmetic changes. There was such relief in jumping and making that decision and such joy in unpacking the box full of knobs a few days later.
Jumping is scary. But that fear can be like a shock to the heart. In that split second when you leave the point where you are, it can be like restarting your life and can lead you to amazing things.