Windows: A Very Zippy Birthday

LETTING GO The first step is the hardest. I repeated that to myself again and again. The first step here entailed leaning back into the harness as if it were a seat and stepping off the stepstool into thin air

E very year around my birthday I like to do something brave. One year I got back on a bike after a 29-year hiatus. One year I drove to Manhattan by myself.

I don’t allow myself to dwell on what I decide to do. The more I think about it the more I’m likely to chicken out. I’m not a brave person by nature; I usually remain one step away from bawk! bawk! bawk! I’m a worrywart and if I think too much (or at all) I’ll find numerous excuses why I shouldn’t do what I refer to as my Annual Brave Feat.

There are three steps to my Annual Brave Feat.