But first I simply stared off the 14 foot high dive; looking down nearly 19 feet.
My mind said no. And I found myself gripping the rails of the platform with white knuckles… my heart rate speeding.
It took 45 minutes to go over that edge into the abyss of water (cause that’s what it felt like) ~ and my 11-year old son holding my hand.
But I did it.
Because I said I wanted to.
“Do… or do not. There is no try,” says Yoda.
Since then I’ve jumped off multiple times. Each getting easier and more fun. Knowing what to expect from the rush and the plunge and the resurfacing.
The fear was in my mind. The courage in my heart.
Where is the fear in your mind winning over what is in your heart? Lead with what you want. And then jump. It’s totally worth it.