I heard the legendary community builder Mark Lakeman say recently in a workshop, "We're so connected that we even share our sense of isolation." How poetic. Even as we sit in our boxes tapping at our keyboards and filling our eyes full of entertaining shapes, that same gnawing sense of dissatisfaction is stirring in all of us. Could it be true?
I feel like I need to point out that when I decided to start a blog, I wasn't planning to write a bunch of stories about myself. I thought it would be a wonderful way to begin sharing my ideas and visions with the world. Like my last post, The Mirror Principle. Maybe more of that will come, but for now it feels most honest to share what I'm going through. It's like I'm slowly integrating my inner world with the outer world. And I can't jump straight into the deep end, I've got to start out by wading a bit.
I fancy myself some kind of risk-taker. Looking back over the last 15 years, I see how I've chased thrills in so many ways: MMA competition, climbing an active volcano, driving drunk, smoking weed in public, fist fights, unprotected sex, solo travel to strange lands, freestyle rapping on stage, crying deep wailing cries in front of groups of strangers. My 20's were lived.
Taking risks has always been important to me. In my youthful explorations I loved to feel afraid, and then fight, push, grit and sometimes luck my way back to safe ground. I wanted to see how fearless I could become. And now that I'm done with the reckless endangerment, I see the new risk in front me that I didn't have the courage for until now: leaving my job without knowing exactly what I'm going to do next.