Somewhere Between Reykjavik and Snaefellsnes, I Jumped


It’s a photo that means so much more than it seems.

It was taken in Iceland, on a recent trip we took there – my husband and three boys – over a November break. If you wish to read about it, you can do that here, where I packaged together all of our do’s and don’t‘s, into a blog post. And don’t forget to comment or share if you do.

In the picture, captured by my iphone, I jump, atop a bridge in the middle of nowhere. In reality, it was somewhere en route to Snaefellsnes, from Reykjavik, where we headed for a day of outdoor adventure.

But for me, it was so much more than a jump.

For one, it signified release. It was a moment of exhilaration, felt at a time away from life’s typical routine. Away from the hustle bustle of day to day minutia. Away from where I lived. Away from the usual people I ran into. Away from my job – from the seriousness of the field in which I worked, and from the heaviness of the topics I dealt with, day in and day out.

I jumped because it felt right. And it felt good.

I don’t jump enough when I’m home. When I’m at work, seeing patients, I remain grounded. I don’t jump when I’m at my child’s school, either, or when I’m shopping for groceries, or picking up coffee. I’m an adult – a parent at that. I stand tall and say the right things – doing what’s expected of me both in the office and around home, in my town.

But what if I didn’t? What if I let go, and cut loose? What if we were all to do it, and keep doing it every once in a while, on a regular basis? What if we could do it, and not feel strange about it – like we aren’t betraying who we usually are, or who we’re expected to be?

What if I let go, and cut loose? What if we were all to do it, and keep doing it every once in a while, on a regular basis? Click To Tweet

There, in the middle of nowhere in Iceland, somewhere between Reykjavik and Snaefellnes, I jumped. It felt right to do it. I didn’t feel like I was betraying anyone, or engaging in something nefarious, or out of line. I felt like myself. I was truly happy – surrounded by the realness of the people who love me, and by the realness of nature.

You need to make happiness happen.

Now here’s the truth. I know I made it seem like I don’t do it at home,  but I do. And I have to be honest with you, I do it often. Behind closed doors, and surrounded by the people I love – the ones that love me back for who I am – I feel safe jumping there, too.

It feels good to let go sometimes. To be a child. To jump and feel carefree. Happy.

I don’t know how many times we need to do this – to jump. I know I’m a doctor, and that I should have all the right answers, but even as doctors, we don’t always know.

What I do know, however, is that everyone needs their moment to jump. Whether it’s on vacation, or somewhere else away from home, surrounded by family or friends, or all alone – we each need our moment in the air.Jump. Find your exhilaration.

It doesn’t even have to be a literal jump. Because I mean it more in a metaphorical way. When you jump, you’re letting go – and sometimes we need to do just that to forget everything that may be difficult in life – even if it’s a momentary break.

It feels good to let go sometimes. To be a child. To jump and feel carefree. Happy. Click To Tweet

So jump. Choose a place you feel is safe to do it and go for it. And then do it again. Do it with others. Be silly.

Somewhere between work and home, school and the store, I hope your jump will feel exhilarating too. Just like mine was, somewhere between Snaefellsnes and Reykjavik.


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