Man, If that isn’t a metaphor for life here lately.
Many of us (me included) would find this terrifying.
But some people think it’s exhilarating.
Finding opportunities to live on the edge is the only way they can get through the mundane day-to-day.
I suppose I can see the appeal.
But how can we get that feeling without the explicit danger?
… and how do we overcome the feeling of terror if we somehow find ourselves on the edge of a cliff not by choice?
I have a few ideas …
But to be perfectly honest, this year has a been weird so far, and I’m sure if I’m in a headspace to give myself good advice … let alone others.
So for now (I may come back to this topic at a later date) let’s leave these as rhetorical questions. Unless of course you’ve got some potential answers:
Of course, I could probably also just ask my girlfriend Kelly. At least in the mountains, if there’s ever an opportunity to get right out on the edge, she takes it … then has me take a picture of it. 😁
By the way, yesterday was my first time going up to Mount Lemmon (just north of Tucson). Some of the views were almost certainly worth the 2 hour drive. But it’s always been kind of hard for me when we’ve got such awesome mountains and canyons 20 minutes from our house.
But I suppose variety is the spice of life. Even if you have to get in the car to try some different flavors from time to time.
