Do You Jump?

I have been given the most unusual opportunity. A blank paycheck. A level of freedom that is paralyzing in its scope of choices. I’m still processing the capacity I have to do whatever I wish (and help others do the same). It’s as if 1,000 doors are in front of me and someone beside me simply states, “Where do you wish to go?” Since I’m still in the throws of such beneficence, it is difficult to know where to begin. You, beloved, are starting five chapters in to my story.

I have a brilliant job as a freelancer. To put simply, I take rats out of the rat race. I line pockets. I hide cash in peoples’ coats. I help others pay off cars and credit cards early. I fund tuition. I whisper in ears, “You don’t have to be a wage slave anymore.” I help you create another $200, $500, $1,000 or more a month in income.

And I can help you do it again. And again. And ten more times until you’re at the place I am or beyond. Very few people have been gifted with such a grace.

It is so good, so eye-blinkingly simple, and so straight-forward that the biggest challenge I face is getting others to believe in its efficacy.

Here’s a picture that is stalling in my mind. We’re walking together (dressed well, as we should be) to an … edge. A cliff. A swimming pool. An oceanside bluff. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re at a decision point: Do you, dear reader, jump into the waters below?

“This is going to be amazing!” I say. “I’ve done this a dozen times. The water feels so good!”

You pause. Perhaps you shake your head. You’re uncertain or unwilling. You have questions. Is this safe? Am I jumping to my ruin? What’s below? Everything up here is so familiar.

And that is when I turn to you, beam, and leap gleefully into the water below.

Do you, dear reader, follow?

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