I looked up and saw a squirrel jump from one high tree to another. He appeared to be aiming for a limb so far out of reach that the leap looked like suicide. He missed – but landed, safe and unconcerned, on the branch several feet lower. Then he climbed to his goal and all was well.
Since then whenever I have to choose between risking a new venture or hanging back, I remember those crazy air-borne squirrels and think, “They’ve go to risk it if they don’t want to spend the rest of their lives in one tree.”