“It was a thirty foot cliff. And he dared me to the jump. I was nervous at first, but then this lean and lanky kid jumped. And without hesitation, I jumped. Man, I just took the plunge and jumped.” The woman is sitting about five rows behind me in the airplane, but she has a megaphone voice and almost every person in a one mile vicinity can hear her private conversation.
This loud banter makes me nervous.
All I can think about is how the plane is swaying from one side to another. I see a man’s toupee slip a little, showing more of his bald head than, I assume, he probably likes. Behind me, the a flight attendant is collecting all the drink cups. When another passenger resists giving up her cocktail, in an even tone, the flight attendant says, “If you don’t give me that cup now, you will be wearing it.” The pilot’s voice hangs heavy over the intercom as he emphasizes “The seat belt sign is on. All persons should be wearing their seat belts. Flight attendants, please take your seats and buckle up. We will be hitting moderate amounts of turbulence as we approach Dallas.”
Outside the rain is making its own footsteps on the wings and the body of the plane. The stormy weather caused the plane to rattle. The pit in my stomach is growing outside of me. I hate the uncertainty of turbulence. You don’t know when it is going to happen. You don’t know when it is going to stop. When you are in the middle of it, you muddle through to calmer air.
Fifteen minutes later, I relax again, taking a sip of my water as I pat the hair on my daughter’s head. From the moment the turbulence began, she laid in my lap. The sudden jerking and dropping did little to danger her sleep. My breath is now more even and the palms of my hands are dry again. In those several minutes of turbulence, it felt as if I held my breath for the tumultous duration. I paralyzed and locked myself in the fear.
The words I overheard earlier rang in my ear again. I believe we intersect with various words and people for a reason. I could easily dismiss that woman’s conversation as obnoxious or irrelevant or annoying. But in it was a truth for me, “I took the plunge. I just jumped.”
We all resist taking a plunge. Much of it for me is driven by fear. Fear of failure or fear of wasted effort or fear of. . . I think we all our guilty of it, whether it is a professional plunge or a relationship risk. We plague ourselves with the uncertainty and sometimes, as a result, we do nothing.
We just stand still. When all we need to do is jump.
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I have seldom “just taken the plunge” but when I did, it was great!
I dislike flying, especially when the plane is going through turbulence.
You’ve given me much to think about, Rudri…thank you.
This is beautifully and meticulously written, Rudri. Turbulence is part of our lives, and always unexpected, without question.
As your daughter slept through it, as you were able to hold to your purpose in keeping her sleeping in your lap – getting through turbulence is easier both when we’re younger, and when we have purpose.
Fear doesn’t lessen. Take the plunge – whatever it is – when you’re young enough and healthy enough to increase your chances of succeeding at whatever goal it is you set.
I am not a plunge-taker. And I hate to fly, turbulence or no turbulence. These two facts made it very uncomfortable for me to read this post. And, I think, that is precisely the point. Thanks for the reminder that standing still, while safe and comfortable, often moves you backward.
Wise and lovely post. In my life I feel like I have done the opposite….jumped and took the plunge in a fearless way…which is not always wise. I don’t regret it, it’s all been a part of the journey.
You are such a wise, wise soul. It’s why I love coming here. Like you, the courage to jump is always what holds me back. Gotta find the courage.
That is a philosophy I try to live by. Great post, Rudri!
Jump… yes, still working on that one, thinking of that nervous priest sitting next to me in the back row of a bucking bronco of a flight into Detroit one stormy night. At least he didn’t put his head in my lap.