The ups and downs of a possible bridge jumping are mind boggling! What started so simply, grew wildly out of control, grew legs and turned itself into a whole new, much more interesting idea. I’m ecstatic. But. I’m tired and a little out of control, too.
I might be addicted.
I’m pretty sure I am.
Is there a bridge jumping anonymous, for those of us determined to leave our meticulously-built, tight-rope-maintainted, comfortably-endurable lives in an effort to find the passion-filled one that we used to dream about. I need that group.
Or maybe not. Maybe my whole life has prepared me to jump, blindly, and trust that I will land on two feet (I’m pretty sure there’s no guarantee against bruises, scrapes, or broken bones, though).
Its a proven fact that people who exercise with a buddy are more likely to continue, so lets drum up some excitement about the what-ifs! Help me out here … so what about you? If you were going to join me on my bridge jumping extravaganza, what type of passion-filled life would soften the fall?