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Five Minute Friday: Dive

Dive - did anyone else start hearing Steven Curtis Chapman when they read that word?

One of the things I hope to do in 2013 is dive. Dive into new experiences. Dive into working on my dive of a house and improving it into the home I'd like to have. Dive into my job and give it 110% every day. Dive into being the kind of friend I want to have.

For so long I feel like I've been treading water. Some days I can feel the water at my chin, sometimes even on the bridge of my nose. There have been days that have been so dark that I've felt like diving to the bottom and not coming back up. Hopefully those days are behind me and the only diving I'll be doing is the good kind, the kind that leads to exciting things.

I'm not a strong swimmer. I don't know that I've ever gone off a diving board. I like to step into the water, slowly checking out the temperature, taking my time before I go under. I'd like to be braver though, I'd like to leap into things, say yes before I talk myself out of things.

Take me out of these 5 minutes Steven - "I'm diving in, I'm going deep, in over my head I want to be".

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  1. Awesome post! I love the analogys you used. I found you from five minute Fridays!

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  2. Must admit I can't think of the song you are referring to... must look that up! Good luck with diving into the good things year and leaving the dark waters behind!

    Marissa
    http://forfunreadinglist.blogspot.com

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  3. I so thought of the SCC song - love it! Found you of course from FMF. Happy diving!

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