I get scared sometimes.
You know the fight-or-flight response thing? When I am scared, I freeze. Often, I stop breathing. In the most difficult circumstances, I shake uncontrollably.
I’ve done so many things that scare me anyway. From tiny things, like writing this post, the process during which I have frozen and stopped breathing a few times already, to circumstances where I have shaken uncontrollably and have had to pretend it wasn’t really happening, like when I went cliff jumping in Mexico.
I'm not entirely without caution. I know that after I finish writing this post, Gabriel is going to read it over to make sure it’s not too out there. I knew that after I jumped off the cliff, that the water would be deep enough for me to survive, because I saw other people do it first.
I didn’t write or jump because I knew it was safe, though. I did it because I didn't want to miss out on the chance to have the experience of a lifetime.Read More