I love roller coasters.  

The bigger the better.  I love feeling the wind on my face as I speed around the turns and loop-d-loops.  Upside down, inside out and round and round.

I do NOT, however, love the “free fall” rides.  You know the one’s where you are ushered into a metal cage with 6 seats lined up in a row.  You strap in with a 5 point seat belt….

………and because that is not enough to actually keep you secure in your seat, a metal U-bar comes down over your head and shoulders and hopefully locks you into place.  Hard rock music plays over blown-out speakers as some scratchy recorded voice tells you the obvious, “Keep you hands and feet inside the car at all times…..”

After a few dramatic seconds…..

you shoot straight up in the air, pause just long enough to allow terror to set in, and then drop weightlessly to the ground where some rusty hydraulic system hopefully brings you to a not-so-graceful stop.

I hate those rides.

As I disembark, my knees won’t lock or bend on command and I feel like throwing up for the next several hours.

No Thank YOU!


 

AND………..On February 14, 2015, I willingly jumped out of a perfectly good airplane at 13,000 feet with a 60 sec – 120 mph free fall.

Why would I do that?

My answer is quite simple.FullSizeRender

………………………………………Joey asked me to.

Now, before you jump to any conclusions of me being a push-over or over-indulgent or needing-to-be-cool…….

blah blah blah…..

(I have been all of those things at one time or another but in this case, I wasn’t any of those things.)

……..the process I had to go through to arrive at “yes” to Joey’s invitation….

……………………………..took several weeks.

It is what lead me deeper into the notion that I actually can create my life- on purpose….it was the inspiration for this entire blog series…..

perhaps, in reality, it was 45 years in the making…..

…………but Joey’s invitation to jump out of an airplane with him was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back.

You see, Joey is my baby.  He is leaving for college in a few short months.  I will be adding number 12 to the list of “nothing will ever be the same” days.

The day my Joey leaves for college is the end of more than 20 years of mothering.

Yes, I will still be a mother…….

…………just not in that same way.

My nest will be empty.  Both of my chicks will be launched into the next phase of their life.

This is the reality of it.  AND I have a choice.  I can go about the next few months slowly cutting the apron strings, hardening my heart, distancing myself……… “I am going to be OK”……. patting myself on the back….”Good Job, Mama!”…. attempting to avoid or lessen the sting of saying goodbye as Joey runs away from me and toward his own future……

BORING…….predictable……unfulfilling……..default path……yuck!

or

I can run towards what I really want.

I want a life filled with those moments. 

The kind where everything else falls away and I get lost in juicy excitement.

I want to have an awesome experience with Joey that will forever be woven into our relationship.  Something precious that becomes a treasured memory and a story that we share and relive over and over again.

That is why I jumped out of an airplane………

 

and this is my moment……FullSizeRender

Opportunities to have “one of those moments” don’t come along every day.  Will you recognize the next one that comes your way?  Will you join me, say YES and choose to Live on Purpose?


 

Authenticity, Vulnerability, Empowerment
LIVING ON PURPOSE
One Daily Shift at a time.
I practice it.
I coach it.

All my love and gratitude,

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