Cold Water and Brexit

There is only one way to go into cold ocean water.

Jump into it and scream.

Standing on the water’s edge thinking about it won’t work.

Gradually tiptoeing in won’t work either. You’ll only prolong the agony.

Wishing the water were warmer?

Nope.

Chickening out?

Well, then you’re a chicken, and you deny the reason why you decided to go into the ocean in the first place.

You decided to go because you wanted a better place.

Your old life wasn’t working out.

So what are you going to do?

The only way to do it is to do it.

Pay the price.

In many respects entering the cold ocean water is like getting out of a bad lease.

The only way to get out of that bad lease is to whip out your big checkbook and start writing checks.

There is always a price to be paid to get out of something bad.

So it is with Brexit.

The British felt that something wasn’t quite right with their current EU life.

So they bravely went down to the water’s edge, tipped a toe in and said, “My, the water is a little colder than I thought it was.”

So they backed off a little.

Sometimes the waiting is worse than the medicine.

Now, some are saying, “Wait a minute, we should rethink this.”

Maybe so, maybe not.

Maybe Britain needs to bite the bullet, scream at the top of its lungs and jump in.

You know, you can always scamper out.

Or maybe you’ll like it.

Maybe you’ll enter a better place and be glad you did.