I have always been a timid diver.
As a young girl in swim lessons, I remember modeling my instructor. Standing tall, head bent, chin tucked, ears nestled inside of my outstretched arms. Then, I was supposed to spring off my feet and gracefully arc down to the water.
Only that wasn’t my execution. My knees bent and my stomach slapped the water before my head went in.
I wanted to pass my class so I practiced my standing dive until I could get my head to reach the water first. Head first was the requirement. At the end of my class, my legs were still bent and un-springy, but technically I was performing a dive so I earned the checkmark for the standing-dive exit skill.
This memory is important to me because when I go back in time and remember my younger self standing with dreadful anticipation on the side of the pool, my stomach actually churns, even now some 30 years later. Why? Because that fear was overwhelming then and my biggest fears continue to come in anticipation of an action that might not meet my expectations and the expectations of others.
I know that all of us have something that we are afraid to dive into. And I’m talking about potentially good things. That challenge that draws you in, that you think about all the time, but that you are afraid of.
My big pool of fear has been starting this blog. Even though I’ve been writing all of my life (book, column, articles – check), I’ve been nervous to start this blog because it is what I have dreamed of doing versus what seemed practical.
Finally, I’m ready to dive. I know that this blog is what I want to write for myself and for others.
Let my stories remind you of your own stories, your challenges, your growth.
Come along, dive in, and be invigorated.