Lost Lake Whistler - water barely above freezing. It feels so wrong and also so right.
I've committed to plunge daily.
I'm immersing in the outrageous to remember what it is to be human. That's a thing I like to do. By facing the very unpleasant, I recognize that it's actually quite fine. When I step into the terrifying cold, I get to experience eternal okayness. My body and soul confirm that I am alive and well.
Then I feel impervious! I celebrate that I have the agency to choose.
Life is more than a series of good moments and bad ones. Being truly alive means having a wonderful openness to what is beyond that. Let's go there.