I remember when I was in my early 20s and I used to frequent these waterfalls and tropical pools behind my house in Hilo, Hawaii. My friends and I would stand at the top of these cliffs overlooking the water and then jump off. Sometimes the height was over 40 feet.
Many times I could not bring myself to jump. I would end up standing on the cliff, peering down and thinking so hard about doing it but not being able to. My mind was over-analyzing a situation of fear and anxiety, and it was preventing my body from acting.
It wasn’t until I learned how to let go of my thoughts that I began to enjoy jumping off of cliffs into water. The feeling of free falling and splashing into a turquiose cool pond was sensational, and it liberated me from the limitations of my thoughts.
Overthinking has long been a pitfall of mine, and I’m trying very hard to get over it in this new writing venture of mine. I read, I study, I think and I take notes about a particular subject but don’t actually end doing anything — so what’s the use?
And that is why I’m making a commitment to writing on this site at least once a day.
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