It's an upside-down summer. And there is no helmet or harness in sight to keep me from getting the bumps as I tumble over a cliff. Or better yet a tarpauline to keep me from zonking out. Yes, I choose to tumble not for the thrill of it but for letting go of things that keep me boxed in. Old stuff like doubts, classic fear, and sleazy, lazy comfort zones.
Death-defying, this is all there is to it in this leap called nothing.
But it is time.
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