Most of my life the adventures I signed up for had a safety net. The gamble was calculated and risk mostly known ahead of time and in my tolerance range. Occasionally there would be the time when my restless mind would feel an impulse to jump. I would peer into the depths knowing I will never make the leap.
Then there are times like now when the temptation to jump sans safety net is strong. The vicarious thrill of jumping not knowing the end is enticing. So, I stand teetering on the brink, debating, swaying with the wind and enjoying the exhilaration of the moment.