I was standing at the edge of impossible. Surrounded by confusion. And being pushed by anger.

"Impossible" is my cliff. Devastatingly tall, and despite the water far below you know the fall will kill you. Yet peering over the edge, knowing it’s the only way forward. You have to believe in that small chance. That if you point your toes, brace everything you have against the impact, and hold your breath, you can make it. You have to doubt the impossible.

I’ve chosen to remain ignorant to the definition of impossible, to brave my cliff and dive. With grace and confidence and leave my fear at the top.