That moment when your newly announced life mantra is challenged.
“Do not make decisions based on fear”.
I’m afraid of heights.
I’m also afraid of swimming in the ocean.
Two things in which I fully embraced today.
I jumped of a 45 foot cliff into the ocean.
The scariest moment was climbing back up out of the water on a ladder that swaaaaaayyyeeedd this way and that. My adrenaline filled muscles and wet hands and feet tried not to think about it as I made me way back up.
But I did it. I knew if I walked away from the moment, if I had chickened out, that I would berate myself and feel like a failure. Like my old self, like someone who gives up when things are difficult or scary. No more “safe” life. More life please.
How many times must I take the plunge? Every day. Every day someone, somewhere, something new. My poor introvert self wants to crawl up inside herself away from all of it. The other part of me loves it, lives it, dances in it. What a crazy dance life is.
Seester time has been great. Good laughs. Light hearted hanging out. Delightful.
No tan yet. Must remedy that soon. Pasty whiteness be gone.
