I was 19. I lived on the 61stfloor of a high rise in Chicago and had a breathtaking panoramic lake view where I could see for miles North and South along the shoreline and out into the open expanse of Lake Michigan. On a clear day, I would get a faint glimpse of smoke stacks on the Michigan shore across the lake over 50 miles away.
One of my favorite pastimes was to stand on the window benches with my forehead melded to the floor-to-ceiling glass so I could look down the side of the building. The experience was surreal and I felt alive as I soaked in the awe of how high up I was.
I lived with my parents and the irony was that my dad was afraid of heights. Why he chose to live on the 61stfloor was beyond me until one day I realized that the beauty outweighed the fear. It was not just seeing the beauty, though. It was the entire holistic experience of the beauty that could never be experienced if we weren’t up so high.
So I ask you…
When in your life has the experience outweighed the fear so you did it anyway? What experiences are you holding yourself back from because you are afraid of literal and metaphorical heights? What amazing things could you experience if you reached heights within yourself that are scary?