Better yet put aside the pixels.
Walk inward to the 17 crooked steps on an impossibly steep cliff by the sea of your heart. Rickety and wracked by waves and wind.
The gulls scream their likes for your trepidatious ambitions. The hand rail constantly threatens slivers sharper than a trolls teeth while the wind shares your uncertainty widely. Count them aloud to comfort yourself if you need to, but don’t stop your descent.
17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
On slippery seaside rocks the SEO of optimal wave oscillation reveals the age-old dancing of the seals among the rocks. The ghosts of your inner children search for star fish between the tentacular kelp and toss away the stones of doubt into the waves.
Swim out. Alone.
To where the advice drops off. To a fathomless depth. Breathe your last breath of isolation and dive down.
In the dark depths illuminated by jellyfish a mystery waits for you. Grasp it with both hands let the current carry you back to shore.
Wrap it lovingly in your sweater and clutch it to your heart as you scamper back up the stairs to your life.
Secrete this treasure in the most private nook of your being. Consider forgetting to put on your watch.
Late at night when the words of gurus make you feel you need to do more,
in meetings of great importance about growing grass,
or during commercial breaks selling shoes to snakes,
remember the cold breeze on your skin as you walked out of the water.
And explore your secret with your flashlight under your bed covers.
Listen to its song…
“You braved the staircase
you are enough
you know what to do
you are whole
you are worthy.”
~ Andrew McGregor
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Old bridge by Dano used under Creative Commons License.