Today is Friday. Finally an end to a painfully long week.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
My journey continues.
As I prepare for my encounter with James Bond (aka the sadistic grinner) I see a vivid mental image of what I am about to experience.
Up to this point, here’s my journey so far.
I am sticking my toe in the pool. Feeling the initial shock from the cool water.
Then dangling my legs in the pool. Only exposing part of me to the water.
Halfway in, but halfway out. Gradually easing into the pool.
Allowing myself the time to adjust to the harsh change in temperature.
As I become comfortable…plunging under the water, completing submerged.
Emerging refreshed and aware. Confident.
Tomorrow’s image is a bit different.
I picture myself climbing a hill. It’s a long trek.
Winding. Rocky. Steep in places.
I continue to climb. Heading towards my destination. Determined.
Reaching the pinnacle, I survey my progress.
Looking down at the lake, I see the crystal blue water.
Without hesitation, I walk to the edge of this cliff I’ve conquered.
With arms outstretched, I let go.
I let go and dive into the uncertain waters below….
Plunging into the depths of my desires and fears. Slowly taking it all in.
Finally…coming to the surface to breathe.