When we jump off, take the leap of faith, the first thing that happens is that we fall. No great distance necessarily, but there is that heart-stopping moment of falling before we spread our wings and rise to the greater height. This is the time of being pushed because we've hesitated too long, or because we're about to settle on this difficult edge and wrap ourselves in our fear. It's a times of lost patience, lost indulgence. Be pushed and move on and do one other thing: absolve the fall. Work through it, accept whatever lesson it brought you, fly.
So much of what we do seems to be focused on maintaining a status quo, so much public discourse, political effort, debate, argument, personal planning, talk, worry - how often is the difficult option just the different one? We're not standing on a rock in this great river of ours; it's actually a leaf held up by nothing more than the surface tension between two clear spaces. Jump.