Okay, so my first attempt at this didn’t go over so well. I’m not sure if I got too far ahead of myself or if I simply fell off of the wagon, but I’m back on the horse with a renewed passion. I did what I told myself I wouldn’t do — I talked myself off the cliff. I lost the time to plan my grand adventures, consumed myself with that desk job, and focussed my attention on the life around me. The seasons changed, I moved, I got a new haircut. Life was alright and comfortable enough, I guess, but it was all just an excuse because I couldn’t bring myself to take the plunge. I felt the water, and it felt too cold.
But here we are, five months later, and I’m still talking myself back toward that edge, but all of those initial feelings remain. I’m still dejected by the morning commute, apathetic about my job, and generally uninspired.
So in the name of making myself feel better about my utter failure to commit, I’m going to call that first attempt a false start. I’m going to give it another shot, and for real this time. I’m still not sure that I’m fully prepared to take a running leap off of the high dive, but I’m adamant that I won’t be deterred by the cold water.
I guess all that’s left to do now is figure out how to make it happen. Here goes nuthin’…