Picture it: Early summer. A group of freshly graduated high school students. A really big water park. Even bigger hair. A water slide called "The Plunge". Nerves and fears being pushed to the limits. I did it. I climbed all those stairs (there had to be a few million of them) to the tippy top of the world laid down, crossed my arms over my chest and slide over the edge feet first. Within moments, I found myself back on Earth--no worse for the wear.
Looking back, I have no idea how I did it. I don't know how I got talked into it. I don't know why. Something over took my brain that day and convinced me--someone who is afraid of heights and does not like the feeling of falling--that I should give it a go.
I guess I have taken all kind of scary impossible plunges after that day. I think what has gotten me through those moments is feeling good about who I am. I know on that day so many year ago I felt like I was on top of the world. I was proud of all that I had accomplished. Nothing could stop me. The risk was small after all.
I took a plunge the other day. Someone convinced me that stepping outside of my comfort zone could be safe and fun. I love myself all the more because I was able to see myself differently than I ever have before. What I saw was beautiful.
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