Five Minute Friday: Jump

Learned about this post template from here.
The brief:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Today:Jump

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Jumping. Jumping can be scary.
You can jump in place or jump off a cliff. So, it's not always scary. But no matter what, it takes some work to jump. But on the plus side, when you jump, you're higher than you were before you jumped. Hope you're following my little analogy here. . .
The phrase that comes to mind at this word is "you say jump, we say, 'how high?'" That and "you jump I jump right? (Titanic)".
Both senses of jumping are displayed in these phrases. The thought of jumping for the sake of jumping, and jumping off of something; taking a risk. But jumping for the sake of jumping because someone told you to can be just as much of a risk, if we're talking figurative jumping here.
I don't want to be afraid of either reason for jumping. Because one takes humility and the other takes courage. And both of those are good.

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