The Jumpman Pose

Before I ever boarded a plane or picked up a passport, I had a poster of Michael Jordan on my bedroom wall.

Arms outstretched, legs kicked back, frozen in midair—the Jumpman. To me, it wasn’t just an image of an athlete. It was a symbol of flight. Of elevation. Of excellence. Of rising above.

That pose shaped more than my love for sports—it sparked something in my spirit. It showed me what it looked like to reach for more. To move with purpose. To defy limits.

As my life journey took off—through airports, across continents, into unfamiliar corners of the world—I found myself naturally recreating that stance. A kind of tribute, but also a reminder.

The Jumpman Pose became my signal to the world: I’m chasing greatness, too.

I may not be soaring through the air toward a rim, but every leap I take—into new cultures, new challenges, new chapters—is just as meaningful.

Each time I strike that pose, whether on a glacier, a cliffside, or a rooftop in a faraway city, I’m not just honoring MJ. I’m honoring my own leap.

The leap of faith it takes to book the ticket. The leap of courage it takes to wander alone. The leap of growth it takes to step outside of everything you’ve ever known. Because just like the legend himself once said:"Some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen." That last part? That’s what I’m about.

The Jumpman Pose isn’t just about flight—it’s about belief. In yourself. In your vision. In the climb and the leap. It’s me, frozen in a moment of ambition, saying: I’m not just dreaming. I’m doing.