The High Dive: Dreamer Style

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As I stand on the edge of the diving board, the moment of truth stares at me.

What will happen when I hit the water?
Do I look brave and confident?
What will my friends think of me?   Will they laugh as I smack the water most ungracefully?
What if I get the wind knocked out of me and can't swim to the surface?
Although my last attempt at the high dive was many, many years ago, I still remember my intense fear. I was so worried about how I looked up there. That is kind of how I feel now with my dreams. I've been on this journey of discovering and pursing my dreams a lot longer than I have let on here. I've been taking the long hike up the steps to the "high dive" for close to two years. I'm nervously walking scooting down the plank to the edge. I'm more afraid of what people will think of me, and I find myself asking questions like...
Should I chicken out and take the walk of shame back to the ladder where it's safe? At least it's safe.
Should I s-l-o-w-l-y sit down and ease off? But my knees are stiff.
What if my arms and legs flail and I look like a complete idiot?
Is this "high dive experience" really worth it? I've heard that belly flops really hurt from this high up.
Does this high-cut swimsuit make my legs look fat?
I  have decided that the walk of shame is not going to happen. But, I'm still standing somewhat frantic staring at the water beneath me. This is where I'm at. And it's ok...for now.   I've been a bad dreamer this week because I didn't do my homework! Holley challenged us to pick a friend to share our dream with and ask him or her to lift us up in prayer. I am purposing to do better this next week.  

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