My nerves are wracked.
There’s a pounding in my ears. An incessantly nagging awareness of my pulse.
I can almost feel the blood swirling throughout my body. Too much of it, too fast.
The rush of adrenalin, accompanied by nervous laughter.
I twitch. I stutter. I talk deeper than usual, and then I’m squealing like a pig.
Excitement looks the same way to the ECG monitor.
So what do I choose, as I cross another line I naively sketched in the sand many years ago? Or do I only see that version of myself as naive because I’m warping my foggy memories with my new perspective?
Either way, what do I give into, as I push the envelope intensely… determined to step outside the edge of my comfort zone into greater maybes. Grander perhaps’.
I’m grateful to be here. I’m grateful to have this chance. So many of us are struggling to put food into our bodies, let alone develop ourselves and pursue our goals and dreams.
It’s hard to give a crap about much else when your stomach is empty.
So breath in. Take the plunge.
You’ll only walk as far as you tell your legs to carry you.
The self-proclaimed cheif-executive of NASA once said, “DBAFP” (censored).
Learn to crow.
I welcome the sloppy smattering of inspirational quotes and overly-idealistic catchphrases that will motivate me to take the next step forward into the unknown.
You cheesy, hyped-up idioms, I summon thee hither.
I give myself the gift of giving, and in the giving, I receive.