It feels laughable now but I was once fully convinced by the magical thinking of things like The Secret. I believed FULLY in the “leap and the net will appear” philosophy. But then I leapt and leapt and leapt and no net appeared and I ended up pretty bruised and broken up. There is value, sure, in optimism. It feels better, for one, than bruised pessimism. But…the whole hog, full force, throwing one’s self off of cliffs? It’s not a good idea. Be careful.