A couple signs say you might need to get over yourself and jump: The low grade trickle of misery running right under your nose, the countless days spent in subtle longing quietly being marked off the calendar. Are these not an adequate kick in the ass? Then why will you not jump? Fear of falling, of the unknown? One day you will die. Is that truth not enough of a push? Jump then and see what happens.
In memory of my awesome uncle Bill Moscrip (1941-2014)