Blue chlorine water, white plastic diving board ten feet in the air(well, I’m not sure of the exact height. Being three years old, numerical height and what I perceive blur at times). Standing on the edge frozen, the swimming instructor pushed me into the pool. Arms flapping about, squealing from fear, water up the nose. Sure, I didn’t drown, but fear took up a permanent residence. Leaping into the pool or anything has never come easily.
Choosing the safest route became my goal.
When I began this year, I chose the word LEAP to guide my year. As an acrophobic, leaping into the unknown does not come easily. I’m an expert at choosing the easy path, but learning to leap, to experience life without certainty, to revise my life’s story—this can only take me through life for brief spurts. Eventually, I can no longer coast down the hill or stand at the top of the high dive waiting for someone else to push me off into the pool.
But, how do I live my word LEAP?
On Saturday, I tweeted about putting the finishing the touches on a short story. I even had the brazen boldness(why thank you wine bravery) to tweet that I would be submitting it for publication. Shocking? Well, it should be shocking since this writer despises rejection and the unknown and waiting. All things, the publishing industry demands. But if I don’t try or LEAP, I will live in that place that Whittier describes: “the saddest words of tongue or pen, are simply theses: it might have been.”
I’m tired of living in the place of “might have been.”
Today, I will revise my short story, compose a cover letter, and send it out.
Question: How are you living your word for 2011?