I have never been a cliff diver. I never plan to be. I would pass out three seconds after my feet left solid ground and regain consciousness once I had hit the water. It would make for a good story, perhaps a good video for Youtube, but it wouldn't do much for me personally. The freefall, the feeling of weightlessness, the thousands of thoughts good and bad running through my brain would be wasted in a few pitch black seconds of nothingness as my body turned itself off to reality in hopes of finding a happy place with a nice wood floor. No. I would be the person to watch as all my friends take the plunge, screaming at the top of their lungs as they fell fifty feet into the blue beneath them, and, after peering over the edge for a few minutes, would find a well-marked trail down to the sea beneath to congratulate them on their superior accomplishments in daredevil stunts and sheer stupidity.
I've always been overly cautious. It's my nature. I have always wanted to do more things that seemed dangerous or daring but it is so hard to convince myself it will be ok in the end. I'm not very good at pushing myself to the limits. So I am left peering over the edge. Trying to muster up the courage as I weigh the options in my head just to back away from the opportunity and find a safer slower way to the finish line.
I think that is all about to change...
