Learning to Dive

Today's post is about learning how to dive, something which seemed to be the theme of my day today. Diving into a lake on a sunny afternoon in mid-July is so refreshing. But today, while I was jumping into the water at all different angles, I noticed a few people at the edge of the dock who were teaching their friend to dive. The first thing I noticed was how awkward she was when she tried to jump. Before the jump she would be in diving position -- hands locked, head tucked in-- but as soon as her feet left the deck, her hands came up to brace her, and her knees came up in front of her chest, as if she were falling not onto water, but onto concrete.

She had such a deep fear, that no matter how much she told herself that there was no danger, her body refused to believe her. Her muscles seized up, and again and again she fell into the water, but never as gracefully as she desired. I'm sure you all have seen something like the girl on the dock; maybe it was an awkward diver, teetering at the edge of the diving board but refusing to jump. In any case, the theme is the same in these cases: we are faced with fear, and we can overcome it, or not. For some people, though, it may be a different problem. They fail to recognize their fear, and so are unable to change the impact that it has on their lives.

SO. dive into fear -- its often nothing more than a veil, and if you find that it's justified? Then you have much more pressing issues than regret.