I am already past the stage of a child who comes to the brink of the ocean, touches the cool water with her toe and runs back terrified of what she knows not.
I have already decided to get into the water and I am running to it in terror and excitement, determined not to turn back. Because the thrill of excitement is stronger than the terror. Finally.
And because I know I’ll be sorry if I never try. And after I am dead, I’ll tell myself “See, there was nothing to fear, you should have tried out more of your ideas.”
I already have a few achievements under my belt that seemed.