I can do it. I just know I can do it. All of the "big kids" have already done it. I know I can climb the steps of the high dive and jump into the pool below. I know how to swim. I don't like the feel of my stomach in my throat, but it will only be momentary. It will be over with soon, and I will feel so much better.
Climb, climb, climb. One foot over top of the other. Hands getting sweaty. Wow, this is a lot higher than I thought. My legs are starting to shake a little. That's not good. Phew, finally I reach the top. Now I must walk to the end of the diving board. Perched on the edge, I look down. Wow, scary.
When I was around ten, this is the journey I took to the top of the high dive.
Those feelings are rushing back to me again tonight as I wait for the plunge we will take into our political future tomorrow.
The weeks preceding this night have been a climb up a long ladder. The hours of today were my walk to the edge of the diving board. I haven't jumped yet, but I've already felt my stomach in my throat, almost choking me. When the feeling began to verge on fear, I stopped and said, "God, this is silly. You are in control. All is well."
Still, the anticipation is a killer.
3 comments:
lol you are dramatic!
I really think McCain could pull it out. I think this is going to be another close one.
I'm physically sick over this election. :-/
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