I read once, that the things we fear the most are the things that already happened.
But wait –
Let me back up a bit – I was never fearless.
There are stories they would tell me when I was younger, about my carefree uncles jumping into swimming pools from rooftops (it’s true). I was never like that.
When I dove into the waters of the unknown, it was from a more reasonable height. But I still dove. And it wasn’t like I didn’t know the risks – those sleek, swimming predators that could lurk under the surface. I knew they were there, I just never thought they’d come for me.
And then it happened. And everything changed.
I know it’s true now, that your biggest fear is a thing that’s already happened. But it’s also true that experiences can change us for the better. They can prove to us how strong we are.
It’s what I remind myself as I eye that next leap – when I curl my toes over the ledge and glimpse the darkest waters below.
There are risks beneath the surface. But I’ll join them – with strong legs and sharp teeth. Whatever comes, I know I can make it through and swim to the shore.