IMPULSE.

I’d like to think that our impulses are our hearts deepest desires trying to break through to the surface. As we navigate life’s “sea” there comes that point were the ship anchors, you take an overwhelmingly big breath of salty air and with out a second thought you just jump. That liberating feeling as your last toe disconnects from the boat’s starboard tip, you wish you could freeze time as you’re in some slow motion commercial — mid air stance, eyes focused on the sea you’re about to become a part of, and nothing else. This is my healthy addiction, the jumping into the unknown because maybe it’s not really “unknown” , on the contrary it’s crystal clear.

In a recent meeting of the minds I was challenged by the , “When’s the last time you did something for the first time? When’s the last time you just acted on impulse and your gut did the talking? My answer? Every time I’m with the right catalyst. There’s friends I would drive through deserts with, family I would quit my job for to be by their side, and places that bring out a different “me” when I set foot there. But I ask myself, what would happen if I was my own catalyst every single time. No outward motivators, just me.

My surroundings have led me to conclude one thing, I thirst to listen to my instinct, to work off of impulse, and be my best self. There’s a saying, “ Il buongiorno si vede dal mattino” — you could tell its going to be a good morning by the days sunrise. I reflect on this saying because I habitually wake up with the sun, I chase the warmth it gives when your basking on a rocky beach, and I’m moved by it’s ability to enlighten. I’m looking at what’s in front of me, I’m seeing my next jump. That’s where I’m at- the 1,2,3- JUMP.