Every beginning has the potential to be terrifying. Whether it’s a first date or a first day at a new job, we adults have an unfortunate tendency to allow ourselves to become anxious over all the uncertainty. Imagine if we still approached life with the unabashed fervor of a 6-year-old. Imagine how many beginnings we could conquer…
When you are 8, heading to Camp might be a leap of faith (or a push of faith, thanks to your well-meaning parents). When you are 10 and 11 and 12, it becomes easier to wave goodbye from the camp bus window because you’re a “seasoned” camper, returning to the beloved rituals. At 18 or 38 or 68, heading to Camp becomes an intentional leap of faith. Leaning into the One Summer That Changes You.
Whether you’re in a new place working a seasonal job or at home where you’ve lived your whole life, there are places near you that you’ve never set foot on before. Pick up a map, study it, envision the possibilities that lay before you, and then go claim them.
You’ll never miss the water
until the well runs dry.
You’ll never miss the bacon
until there’s none to fry.
You’ll never miss the money
until every cent is spent,
and you can’t collect a penny
from those to whom you’ve lent.
Leaping is always scary. Each time, we open ourselves up to failure or embarrassment or rejection, and we probably endure some scratches, bruises, and burns – but great things lie right on the other side of those flaming fear hoops.
Summer is upon us; it’s time to get outside and enjoy all nature has to offer, and there’s just no better way to do that than spending a couple days and nights outside and disconnected from all the trappings of the work week.
Go out into the world and see and be. This can be as easy as taking a walk into your own yard, or city, or trail system, or as big as a grand adventure to a land you haven’t met face to face yet. It doesn’t take expensive equipment or weeks of time. The only thing it takes is awareness, and intention, and you.
One critical moment when the question of risk versus reward dominated my decisions was when I graduated from college and was trying to figure out what I wanted to do. And that’s how enormous the stakes felt: I had to decide what I wanted to do…forever.
Living in the borderlands region of southern Arizona, the border wall looms large, both physically and emotionally. However, there’s a one mile long stretch of it just south of the small southeastern Arizona town of Naco, across the border in Naco, Sonora, Mexico where brightly colored paint and messages of love and unity bring light and love to the otherwise cold and dark steel wall.