"Three feet high and rising."
The water feels like it's getting deeper. It feels like I've never been out this far and I look back at shore and I'm tempted to turn back.
I've got this thing I've been chasing and if I turn back now it won't ever be mine. I'm looking back simply because I've never made it this far and I'm out of my league and feeling alone. If I go back at least I know where I stand, I breathe easier, but I'll never know what would've happened if I had kept on.
If I keep going out further as the shore disappears, I am forced to face many days like this one when I don't know the answers and I'm unsure of what to do. The only way to get to new land is to brave the unknown, but it means plotting a course through these waters and I'm freaking out.
But, we've all made it to today, right? We've all made it thus far. We've sat on the sidelines sometimes and we've dared to do more at others. The only way we'll get braver is if we face the fear of the water rising and fix on the idea of not being overcome. We get our sea legs, we lean into the YES and do it. So I think I'm going to keep going.