Life. Are You A Toe Dipper or a Full Frontal?

Have you ever wanted to dive into a swimming pool or venture into the sea on a sweltering hot day?

It looks so inviting, you’re dripping sweat like a shoplifter in Harrods and you want to get in, but you just know because you’ve done this before, it’s going to be baltic.

Instead of going for it, you do the Human Biscuit Dunk Test (there’s no such test!) assuming the rather risky maneuver of pool side hovering, or the threat of waves reaching your thighs unexpectedly if your beside the seaside, beside the sea.

You could’ve ran and jumped in.

How long would you have been screaming like a chimp just been robbed of it’s banana? What, five minutes? The pain of a full dive doesn’t last long, does it?

But you went for the toe dip. Not even the ‘Half Shut The Knife‘ move: up to the waist and gagagagagasping because it’s so fecking cold.

See, the thing about toe dipping is, it’s really easy to stop and retreat back.

But the with the full frontal, you’re in there, up to your eyes in it. You’ll probably cope with the change eventually, your body temperature will start to regulate out.

A bit like that (sick) boiling frog experiment. Throw (don’t though, I don’t advocate trying this at home, but I’m veggie) a frog in hot water it will try to escape, but pop it in cold water and heat it up gently it won’t move, just slowly be boiled alive (surely that’s wrong, boiled dead it should be, how can you be boiled alive?) Perfect metaphor for gradual change though.

Sometimes I think personal growth should be a full frontal.

Other times a toedip.

But never a cling on to the sides.

Because that’s no movement. It’s neither in or out.

Where are you clinging to the side? What may happen if you let go?