The Jump Didn’t Make Me Brave

Negril, Jamaica. Everyone said I had to jump—the famous cliffs, the blue water, the crowd waiting for the splash. Twenty-seven feet up, I told myself this was what fearless looked like. But standing at the edge, I realized I wasn’t scared of falling. I was scared of being seen hesitating, of the silence before the leap. I jumped because I didn’t want to disappoint the people watching, not because I wanted to fly. Later, my legs shook harder on the sand than they did in the air. The photos look bold. The truth is, I’m still learning the difference between courage and performance. #Travel #TravelConfessions #BeyondTheHighlight