I guess Leap Day is the perfect day to confess I am not a big fan of leaping. Left to my own devices, I’m a cautious Cancer the Crab who scuttles at and away from things sideways. So cautious, in fact, that I carry my home with me wherever I go so I can quickly retreat to its safety.
But even a crab can change its nature, at least a little bit. I’m much more of a leaper than I’ve ever been before, probably because I got a health wake-up call that made me realize life was short. I figured out I could live a whole lot more of that short life facing it head-on than scuttling around sideways.
So I’m only a little bit nervous about this retreat I’m going on next week. It feels like a scary but good leap. One of those “this could transform my life if only I let it” kind of leaps. Five days and nights with 40 transformational writers who, I remind myself, are probably just as nervous as I am.
“Transformational writers.” That phrase didn’t exist a year ago. A sign of the times – times that are transformational if we allow them to be. We are individually and collectively being asked to risk change and break out of those comfy (or maybe not so comfy) cocoons of ours.
Just like the butterfly emerging from its cocoon, your very nature is changing. What worked for you before, no longer does. Those self-imposed limits you’ve put on your thinking, feeling, behaving, and being just don’t cut it any longer, now that the whole planet is going through a transformation.
I don’t care what you’ve been hiding behind – your weight, your IQ, your addiction, your wounds, the shape of your little toe – it’s time to come out from behind the excuse and start being the total who of you.
That’s the transformation that’s being demanded and nothing less. Stepping into the power and light and brilliance that is the total who of you.