Muse on Decisions

Decisions are like the pond at scout camp. It has just filled due to a melted glacer and you are standing at the edge of the dock on a warm sunny afternoon, wearing a swimsuit and preparing yourself to make that first leap and complete the swim test.
You are completely unaware of how truly cold it is and you have just returned from lake Powell the week before making it very easy for your mind to consider this pond to be the bathtub temperature water you had just spent enjoying the week prior.
You jump. It was a movement done without thinking and now it is to late. The water hits you and you whince from the cold. There is a moment of silence. It crushes your lungs. You take a breath and begin to do the most logical thing, remove yourself from this water. You turn for the dock and grab the side. The camp leader leans down and says, "You're already in, just swim the test and get it over with." You once again move without thinking and swim now knowing that this is your only way out.
Laying on the dock once again feeling the warm sun that now can't seem to heat you fast enough. The others around you approach questioning the true temperature of the swim.
You respond, "Hell yea that was cold."