It’s a funny old thing trying to stay relevant and true to your heart.
I feel I’m at the edge of my current map and it’s either time to step over the edge or turn back and cover familiar ground. The familiar no longer holds comfort for me.
Hunter Thompson once said:
“The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
I’m camped out at the edge.
During my plebe year at West Point, we had to take mandatory combat survival swimming. The final exam consisted of a 100 meter swim in full combat gear, treading water for 10 minutes, taking off our trousers underwater and making a floatation device out of them and jumping off of the 25 meter high dive in full combat gear.
Well the 25 meter board was petrifying to me. I hate being deep water to begin with and the idea of jumping from the height with all my kit on was paralysing. I remember standing on the edge of the platform and completely not wanting to jump, but if didn’t jump I would fail. Finally I said to myself just step off, once you start falling there’s nothing you can do about it, gravity will take care of the rest.
Well I guess there’s my answer. Step off and let what happens next happen.