Feeling the fear and doing it anyway
A circus story - part one
I can’t remember when I last felt so terrified. My whole body shakes as I stand on top of the rig, waiting for the command to jump.
“In circus, when we say ready, it means get ready. It’s not a question. Okay?!” my instructor, Gabe grins.
“Sure,” I reply. Sounding anything but.
My hands are so sweaty, I don’t know how I’m going to manage to hold on, let alone hook my knees over the bar and hang upside down from it.
I think I’m going to faint. Or be sick.
I remind myself that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. That I trust this man. And I trust myself.
I take a deep breath. And I leap…
