taking the leap
June 29, 2010 § 1 Comment
‘Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn’t exist and never shall. There is only now.’
– Christopher Paolini
If I can get through tomorrow in one piece, with everything intact, I’ll know a miracle took place.
I have three shoots scheduled, back to back in the evening. Besides having to script these ‘interviews’ in a foreign language, I’ll need to direct a very important guest and two testimonials. I couldn’t find a makeup artist in time and so, I’ll be doing makeup on my own. While coordinating with the camera person the shots I want, making the guests feel comfortable and directing the entire production. Brilliant. And hugely impossible.
Once that wraps, I’m off to the gig which I’m guessing, I might be late for. I wanted to back out but the tickets have already been purchased so I’ll just have to pop in for a bit and hopefully, catch my favourite songs.
Just before the gig ends, I’m off for the final appointment – the mother of them all. And it is this final appointment that I’m most anxious about. Because this is the second instalment of making my dreams come true and I’m just worried about how it’ll end. The conclusion is beyond my control.
I stand before my day… a ball of nerves.
This is it, people. This is really it. I’m actually going to do it. It’s impulsive, rash and yet, something I’ve deliberated over for years. But I’m walking ahead, ready… to take the leap of faith.
(while I chew my nails)
‘There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.’
– Paulo Coelho
‘How was the run?’ A complete stranger asked me on Sunday as he walked past, before waiting for my answer.
‘Heard you’re running now, since when?’ DigiBoy said when he popped by to help me burn some DVDs.
‘You too?!’ Dimples squealed when she found out I’d been talking to Kitty about training.
‘What’s up with the marathon?’ A few members of the band asked me when I told them I was unavailable for some dates.
I told them I wanted to lose weight, that I just wanted to run for fun… the reasons were many but all of them half-truths. The real reason is that I’m doing this for myself. I want… no, need to know that I can do this. That is my only reason. I want to do something I’ve never been able to do before, never even thought I could accomplish.
I’ve faltered so many times when it came to long-distance running. It was always my mental strength that failed me – not the burning legs or the lack of stamina – it was giving up in my mind long before I even saw the finishing line.
To do the races, to cross that finishing line, is just for me. I need to know I can complete something hard, something I’ve always failed to finish.
Tonight, I hit the tracks again although everything in me rebelled against the idea of going out. Out of sheer habit, I changed, took my iPod and went downstairs. The music I selected failed to energize me. The weather was humid. The tracks empty. Quietly, I began my run and very nearly gave up before I’d even finished one round. Then it hit me.
This was how it’s going to feel in the middle of the race. Can I overcome the immense sense of ‘quit’ in me?
I continued running. It burned my legs and for the first time in weeks, I developed stitches in my side. Still, I carried on for no one else… but me. I met a rat who ran alongside for a bit. A lizard crossed my path. A large cat watched my heavy steps. I ran on.
And crossed the 40 minute mark. I did it.
‘To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.’
– Taylor Swift
As long as my gaze is fixed on the Dream Maker, it’ll be alright.
I’m taking the next big leap, my eyes on Him.