The cliff.

Ever have that moment when you feel like you are at a pivotal point in your life?
I often liken it to walking to the edge of a cliff wall.
It's terrifying.
You don't know how things are going to look from up there.
You put so much effort into hiking the mountain, just so you can scale that last part and come to the ledge.
But what if you get there and the view isn't wasn't what you thought it would be, or it doesn't look at all the way you imagined it?

So you don't climb the mountain, right?
I mean it would make more sense to just stay where you are and enjoy the view of what you know. The familiar is always safer, right?

I am not so sure...
What if during the climb you meet some AMAZING people? People who have been fighting the same battles. People who needed to know they weren't alone either.

What if half way through the climb you find this part of you that you didn't even know was there? What if this climb brings out a drive in you that has NEVER been there before?

What if, as you start to realize you are near the top, your whole perspective on life changes?

What if the view from the top is not what you imagined but instead so, so much better?

Would you still go?

I just got back from a CRAZY long weekend. 2 conferences back to back.
One where I was co-leading a workshop. The second where it was made so clear to me that I need to stop waiting for all the right reasons to climb the  mountain and I need to just get up and do it!

Why are we so afraid to move forward?

I've been thinking a lot about the difference between motive and motivation.
My motive tends to be ALL about me. Why am I doing it? Or painfully to say What's in it for me?

Motivation on the other hand is totally different...
Motivation for me often comes from an outside source.
A song, verse or person that encourages me.
A thought or a trigger.

Which is the best reason to get up and do something?

Should we ignore our own personal motive?
When is the best time to stand up and make a difference?

What do you think?