And there it was, jetting out just a few feet below where I was standing, and ten feet above the water. I was standing at a different cliff this time. And it was a lot higher and scarier. And one day I will get there. Where I run and jump off, casting fear by the wayside. But I am not there yet. My body and mind hesitate before jumping off the cliff, afraid that I won’t clear the rocks that stick out on the way down. A klutz has to be careful.
And isn’t that sometimes what happens in life too? We know what we want, but for some reason, we freeze up at the last second, afraid to jump or make a move. Our mind plays out all of the “what ifs” that could go wrong. So we stand there, at the cliff, so close to the edge that we can see the very edge. All we have to do is have faith…
And that is something that I am working on in life. I have shed the old skin, the old tasks, the old life, the old me. I have worked hard to bring my thoughts, dreams and wants to reality. I have put in my time, paid my dues, and now it is time to live. It is time for the good stuff.
So here I am at the cliff, of life, of a new relationship, of a new job and everything that is deep and good and safe and happy. While I may not be ready for the actual cliff, I am ready to plunge into life. Might it be dangerous? Maybe. I could land wrong, crash on a rock, get hurt. But what if I make? What if my dreams make it? What if it really is as spectacular as it possibly could be? What if…?
So here I jump, hesitation behind me, air rushing past my ears, holding my breath, wonderfully waiting for that wonderful moment when I feel the water around me and know that I have made it. When I know that I am submerged into everything I want and have worked so hard to build. And I could fear less.