I had every intention of jumping in the water, just not fully clothed. I fell in. Hard. Though I like to think it looked semi-graceful , I know that I basically just looked like a flailing seagull using it’s wings for the first time, hoping to make landing on a rock. Which also happened, now with two jammed toes both black and purple but thankfully not broken.
The funny thing is, I loved it. I am pretty sure I was laughing as I was falling in, tumbling through the rocky water. I came out of it, without falling completely in, but my bottom half soaked and my heart happy. My childlike joy beaming from deep within my bones as I laughed ardently at myself and the beautiful mess I’d made. It’s one of the things I deeply treasure about myself. I came up, mostly unscathed and feeling so incredibly full of life. And I had this feeling of what it means to “jump in with your clothes on.”