i woke this morning with an unexpected thought in my head…

If you don’t do it, this will be the first time in your life that you said no to a leap.

i tried to silence that voice, but it echoed so loud throughout my body that i couldn’t go back to sleep.

Instead, i laid there and let the truth of that statement’s reverberation send me off into a flood of memories, proof of concepts, and fully lived out Wild Dreams.

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i had spent the last few days diving into the nuances and differences between the energy of scarcity and practicality.

How did i/we/us know when we are operating and deciding from a place of scarcity or practicality? Is there really a difference? If so how can i/we/us tell?

And which one was sailing my ship?

My wife and i are currently on day 4 of our 5 day option period for this house. We’ve talked the decision through. Made a pros and cons list.

Pros—location, views, resale value, Wimbelerly Water, we absolutely love the house itself and it holds a certain energy about it.

Cons—fixer-upper, downpayment, needs heavy landscaping, lots of cosmetic issues, and some inspection issues that we would need to get fixed…and then the big two:

1. We weren’t allowed to do an electrical inspection (all the plugs are exposed, some wires too). Seller’s wasband (ex-husband) did a lot of the work—electrical and all—by himself.
2. We weren’t allowed to do a septic inspection.

Basically, we’d be purchasing the house AS IS and without full knowledge and understanding of the state of two massive (and costly) elements of it.

Based on these facts, the narrative loop in my head has been, Is it responsible and practical to leap? No. No. And no. Adding to the stress of that question are my very real fears of . . .

1. Not being able to financially meet the demands this house is asking of me.
2. Not feeling ready.
3. And the fear of, OMG! What if i/the house/or my relationship fails because we bought this house?!?

Is this scarcity or practicality?

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Knowing i only had 2 days left, i got out of bed and i did what i always do whenever i have a major life decision to make—i write. i plática with myself via journaling. i ask and answer myself questions. i unpack it, chew it, and marinate on it as i pen a museletter to you.

What do i do?, asks the insatiable question looping in my head.

What i’ve always done, the voice in me that knows says. You leap.

Because the truth of my life is this:

i’m a leaper. Always have been. Always will be.

i’ve ALWAYS chosen to leap. My life as it is right now is a product of my leaps—and all the choices i had to make and the yeses i had to say to get to the place where i was brave enough to jump.

i’ve ALWAYS chosen to bet on myself. i don’t know any other way….

So as of now—11:08am on Sunday, July 28, 2024—my answer is yes.

Could it change tomorrow at 4:59pm—the minute before our option period runs out? Maybe. Possibly. 🤷🏽‍♀️

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It felt important to share what’s going on in my life while i’m in the thick of it because . . .

1. We’re cool like that. And . . .
2. i talk A LOT about Wild Dreams, leaping, being proof of what is possible, and taking leaps of faith. i also talk about how i’ve been uber-successful in doing all the above. But i’ve never really shared the fears, the uncertainty, and the heart-stopping swings of emotions + the yeses and the nos that happen right before i/we/us jump.

No leap is ever free from those things.

And still i leap.

This is the kind of bravery, vulnerability, and honesty i want for you and your life too.

​Let’s leap together.

Sending you so much love and gratitude for being in my orbit and being a safe space for me to process and land. 🙏🏽

i love you.

in lak’ech
xo-b
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PS. i really see and want this to be a conversational space—meaning i want you to feel empowered and free to reply back to me and share your thoughts, feelings, and vibes. Neither change, leaping, or i operate in a silo. So if you’re feeling pulled to respond, make the jump and do it.

Small jumps pave the way for big leaps 🥰

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