Jump or Dive

As a child I was very indecisive. I was wishy washy as wishy washy could be. Making decisions, confronting people, and speaking up were not the things I warmly embraced. A good example would have been the time I decided to jump off the high diving board at the country club swimming pool. I must have been around 11 years old. I remember the fear I felt not being able to climb back down the ladder. I can still see the long line of eager kids awaiting their turn with their beady, little eyes taunting me. I was so nervous, I couldn't decide whether to jump or dive. An indecision that belly flopped me at great speed into the hardest of water. There I was desperately choking for air in the arms of a burly woman lifeguard. I avoided the high dive the rest of that summer. Most particularly the side of the pool where she perched high above in her lifeguard throne in all her burliness. I bet she bragged about saving my life to all her friends that evening at the sports bar.

So here I am many years later diving into a decision that has me gasping for air. Although, I am not choking, just gasping. I have matured, somewhat.

I have decided to make jewelry. I have swum way out of my comfort zone and I feel like I may have gotten in over my head.

Yet, I am determined because I have a vision. Hopefully, in won't land me in the arms of that lifeguard again. This vision isn't as dangerous to my psyche. But,who knows?

The china piece is soldered around the edges. The soldering is my biggest challenge at the moment. I will post closer pics later when they don't look so globby.