this was meant to be a pithy little post about making the leap, taking risks, etc. etc. i employed courtney, a bff who happens to be a former elite gymnast, to do some jumping and leaping. you know, real literal stuff. it was supposed to be a painless 10 minute shoot.
but then. but then…
when we selected the 5-foot concrete wall off which she’d jump, she told me she probably only had two jumps in her. my main thought was, “ok, canon, time to bring your focusing a-game. none of this back focusing bs right now,” when my main thought probably should have been something along the lines of “helloooo! your friend is jumping off concrete onto concrete for your silly blog! intervene now!”
the first jump was solid, but, the perfectionist she is, she wanted to do better. back on the wall she went.
the second jump, pictured above, was flawless. one might call it ‘a ten.’ when i looked up from chimping for confirmation that i got the shot, courtney was laying on the ground laughing uncontrollably. in our 19-year history, i knew this to be a bad sign…
cut to her limping back to the car…now cut to her icing her heel throughout the oscars…now cut to her hoping/limping through multiple airports the next day…cut to an orthopedist confirming she has multiple hairline fractures in her heel.
let me break cmp blogging style momentarily to say, quite emphatically…OOPS!!!!!!
i could wax poetic for days about the potential symbolism of all of this. but i’m in nyc right now with a shoot that needs to get underway, so let me just quickly urge you to go after your wildest dreams, regardless of how painful the landing could potentially be.
go for it. just consider bringing along a crash pad if possible.
{the heavy: short change hero}