Dream of Parachuting

The vocational call—to be a teacher, a public servant, an artist, or whatever—is never a destination one parachutes to. We don’t hover above our purpose, take a leap of faith, pull the ripcord, and float comfortably to our target.

It’s a destination we journey toward, navigating turbulent waters, bushwhacking dense jungles, and traversing scorched deserts . . . with few supplies, scant support, and demons of self-doubt.

The terrain is always difficult. There’s no need to carry supplies; the truly valuable ones will be gathered along the way. And the self-doubt can only be attended as you build strength and awareness.

The voyage is yours alone.

The alternative is to stay home and dream of parachuting.

By the way, if you’re curious about my journey, here’s one step I’ve taken recently. (And, yes, self-doubt has joined me thus far.)