You’re waiting in the sun-blistering heat waiting to get on this one roller coaster ride that is supposed to be “the most, like, fun thing ever,” your best friend says.
You think to yourself, “Hey, I used to do this all the time as a kid, of course I can do this again.”
Then, all of a sudden you’re next in line to get on the ride. You look up the partly-rusted track that drops off after about thirty feet of view. You hear the other cart whoosh over your head and the whole area shakes.
You feel a twinge in your knees and pray that the ride will break down before you have to get on it. Your hope is crushed when the empty cart pulls up in front of you. You climb into the seat and they strap you in tight, which only reassures you that you can’t get out, and you’re in it for the whole ride.
Your cart jerks forward and you feel your body starting to debate between throwing up or screaming. Clicking louder the higher it goes.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
All you can see is sky now because the drop-off point is fast approaching and almost right under you.
You reach that second of weightlessness before you feel gravity pull you to the Earth and you start to scream…
This is the same exact feeling that all writers have when they sit down to stare at that blank page; that blinking cursor staring right back at you beckoning for words to come out of it.
The scariest moments are always right before you start.
But I can tell you right now, that being able to look at a mountain, or your first book, or your first mountain you summit, and say, “I dominated that son-of-a-bitch” is a hell of a lot better than looking at it and knowing you never even tried.
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