On Diving In

I have never been the kind of person to jump into something without thinking. I'm anxious and nervous and awkward, and I think about the consequences to pretty much everything before  I do it. I mean, before I start a conversation with someone, I think it through in my head to be sure it won't get awkward. I won't even go in the water at the beach without testing the water and putting some serious consideration into it.

But I'm kind of getting sick of being that person. 

I want to do something totally crazy. I want to find a situation that I have no control over and I want to dive into it, head-first. The last thing I want when I'm older is a whole bunch of 'could haves' and 'what ifs.' 

Last week, I went to the beach with Brandon, Cat and Tara. We were all out on the sand, and I lay there thinking that I was invincible. So I stood up and told them I was doing it and I ran into the water. It was freezing.

I might not have jumped, and I might not have dove head-first. But I'm getting there. Because I didn't walk, either. I didn't test the water.

I ran, and that's the first step.