NO CHURCH IN THE WILD

In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m a big fan of bold moves.

BIG.

Giant.

LIKE THESE LETTERS.

Why? Because big results happen with bold moves. Sometimes, a collection of small strategic moves creates big results, it’s true. That can work.

However, that’s most clearly not my first inclination.

If I fall, I want to fall hard (and probably break something). If I fail, I want to fail epically (and write about it). But if I win, I want to take home the fucking TITLE (and then break it into little pieces and give it all away, but that’s a whole different issue story).

So far, I’m following this approach fairly consistently. It’s like, one of those “one things” (except there are actually like fifteen) that I can count on myself doing, pretty much always.

Given an option to play it safe or throw in all my chips, I hold around a 0.995 average for the latter.

What has bold looked like in my life, thus far?

  • It looks like me listening to my gut, saying “yes” first and then figuring out the “how” later.
  • It looked like me cashing out my entire retirement fund at 32, abandoning careers and dropping $40k on a an real life education worth more than all my degrees put together.
  • It looked like me walking away from a toxic relationship, even though there there were casualties.
  • It looked like me sitting on the bathroom floor sobbing because I failed, big, then picking myself up and starting over.
  • It looked like me moving four times in three years to finally live where I wanted to instead of where I was “supposed to.”
  • It looks like me asking for what I want clearly and with confidence, not fear.
  • It looked like getting my heart broken because I was vulnerable.
  • It looked like trying a new job and totally sucking at it.
  • It looks like me recognizing when I have too much on my plate, and clearing the whole damn thing, even if I don’t know when or if more food is coming.
  • It looked like spending an entire paycheck on one training. Twice.

It looks, perhaps, like hasty decisions, impulsive moves, and debatable choices. Maybe they were. Maybe they are. Maybe they will be.

But this is what I know— when I listen to my gut, and my intuition says “yes,” even when my brain can’t answer “how,” it works out, every time.

Always.

When my purpose, intention and actions are aligned, bold moves become less bold. When I’m operating on that frequency, impossible things become possible.

For me, really, the only way I get shit done is when I’m all in, my fullest expression of self.

How do I know? Because believe it or not, for a period of my life, I didn’t live boldly. I didn’t live my truth. I wasn’t an authentic me, and it wasn’t good for anyone, at all.

So today, when for a sliver of a moment I find hesitation in my path, I am reminded of my purpose in this message from Theodore Roosevelt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Go, friends, and dare greatly. Be bold. See what happens.

Try. Fail. Learn. Grow. Repeat.

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