It’s come to that time of the year again. The time where the old is on the way out, and the new is on the way in. Beginnings. They can be fun. Or scary. Or thrilling. Or terrifying. It’s like that first swim of the summer. You know when you are not quite sure if the water is warm enough . You want to get in, but are just not sure if you’re brave enough for the cold! So, we know the best way is to just jump in. Don’t just touch your toes in, take that running leap and bail off the deep end! Scary, I know. I guess the scariest part is that unknown time between when you jump and when you land. That split second in between when the cold hasn’t quite reached you. When you hit, you know what’s happening. Wow! Sheesh, that’s cold! But then it’s over. The surprise is gone then. But that teeny blip in time when you are hung in midair waiting for it to catch up with you is the most uncertain, and thrilling moment. I suppose you could avoid it altogether. I mean you could just stay away from the water. You could swear off jumping from the deep end, or wait until the middle of summer when you KNOW the water will be warm. But , what would be the fun in that? Sure , life can be scary. Some of the experiences are not fun. Things can be painful, or even shocking. But, taken as a whole these events make up who we are. These deep end jumps and that adrenaline filled tingle. Those are the places we remember! So in 2012, I’ve promised myself, to look less, and leap more. To jump more freely, without thinking of the cold. To let myself go without toe-testing the waters first! Here’s to living in the moment!