Letting go. Comes down to that. Call it ultimate freedom.
Like the moment of reckoning at the edge of the pool.
Just jump that voice says, then the ever awake critic says:
“Oh it’s cold”. You’re scared. I can sense it. That shock to the skin and the quickening of your heart followed by the frantic treading of water to warm up.
Oh so scary that voice says.
Then the other…. oh just fucking jump. You know the drill, it gets warm and then….And then! your body submits to blissful abandonment actually, floating with a warm breeze caressing your skin.
Ah it’s all good. Yep, I’m ready. The wild blue yonder; it’s familiar and different. Oh blissful day! Just jump!