The Logic Fueled Leap of Faith Part I
Many years ago I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. Once.
My good friend Ted Toy and I spent the whole day training for a parachute jump in the Arizona desert. After the training with the instructor was completed we went up in air to 5000 feet for a static line parachute jump.
Stepping out into the air and facing the ground below I didn't find to be exhilarating, I found it to be terrifying. Logic and reason immediately hit you in the face as you stick your head out of the side of a perfectly good airplane and look at the ground below. Nevertheless, the only thing that trumps logic is the emotional trifecta of pride, peer pressure, and bro-vado. So despite my better judgement, like a turtle sticking its head out of its shell, I slowly began the process of getting my body out of the airplane.
In order to exit the plane first you grab onto the strut that connects the wing to the fuselage, then you put your left foot onto the tire, and then turn into the wind. This leaves your right foot and 50% of your body with nothing to anchor on to and since your left foot is on the tire no way to return to the inside of the plane even if you wanted to, which of course I did. Later I learned that this method of exit was by design. Having you place your left foot immediately on the wheel there is no way to get back into the plane, and you are forced at some point to let go and begin your free fall.
And so I let go of the plane. Immediately I felt myself tumbling and spinning until the static line deployed shoot ultimately opened with a thud and a pull. Then the Arizona desert and mountains were in front of me and as I got my wits about me I was able to relax, enjoy the view, and feel a sense of pride that I actually jumped, before the hard reality of the ground was felt.
After landing I was attempting my INTJ version of conversation with my friend Ted and the parachute instructor and I asked the instructor about my out of control spinning on exiting the plane. He matter of factually replied, "that's because you immediately went into the fetal position." Ugh. There's no recovering from that news.
Now the instructor didn't say it in a mean way, he just said it because it was true from a process standpoint point. I jumped, and went into the fetal position. I'm sure if the static line didn't deploy I would still be in the fetal position.
When we leap at times won't be pretty, and true if you are like me at times you might end up in the fetal position but perhaps we should do more of leaps of faith.
We can get stuck in our patterns, routines, and careers where at we are merely existing, no longer valued, learning or growing. Or we can have a businesses or offer products that have become irrelevant, revenue is slowing, customers are leaving all because we have allowed ourselves to be lulled into a sense of complacency by the status quo.
While the only prescription for fever may be more cowbell, the only prescription for the complacency of the status quo are more leaps of faith.
How can you add some logic to your leap?