I went bridge jumping with two of my best friends today.
It doesnt sound scary.
it is.
You're standing on this structure far above a stream
that will force you deep into the unknown.
First, we went from the lowest you can go.
Then, getting more confident we climbed to the top.
I was terrified.
I recall shaking, actually shaking.
eventually, you have to just jump.
For a second you forget you're falling, but then when you hit the water, you remember.
When you finally come up for air and your heart beats normally once again
you realize what you just did and you feel amazing.
That you could do anything you could possibly want.
This is exactly how i feel about the world race.
It sounds like a great fun idea.
Your friends are pumped.
YES LETS DO THIS, NO PROBLEMO.
Then, you get closer and your hands start to get clamy.
You second guess yourself.
Maybe i'll sit this one out.
Not that big of a deal.
No.
I have to do this.
You stand on the edge,
and your stomach is so mad at you.
Your head is filling with unknown possibilities that could or could not happen.
your hesitant and you're thinking about turning back.
Then you hear these words
"It's worth it"
So you get back on the edge and brace yourself for the fall.
Once you jump
there's no turning back.
Alright, Jesus.
I'm ready to jump.
