Write. For five minutes straight. One-word prompt, five minutes, no editing. I'm linking up over at Lisa-Jo Baker (aka The Gypsy Mama) where we read, write and encourage.
Heights always do this to me. You always hear how people are afraid of heights but I've never actually met someone who is. I think I have to admit I'm that someone. But really, if we're being honest, I'm not...afraid. I'm trembling, I'm shaking and my mind buzzes, my knees feel weak and my hands grip handholds, but I'm not afraid.
I want to jump.
Which is ridiculous because I'm actually quite terrified of drops: roller coasters, drop rides, diving boards, chairs that lean farther back than you intended all scare me. I cried to avoid Disneyland's Hollywood Tower of Terror the first time. I cried from sheer exhaustion when I actually came off of it.
So why do I hear the small whispers, feel the nearly imperceptible urges to jump when I'm at a high place? It's dizzying and insistent, a pounding in my head that makes me clasp whoever's with me that much tighter.
In the back of my head I dream, secretly, that I'll have the guts one day to skydive. To jump out of a perfectly good airplane and not care and not worry and not stress and be...free.
|Craigdarroch Castle, Victoria, BC on our honeymoon-- that was a difficult window to look down from|