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I’ve noticed in my life, in my work, I keep seeking out bigger cliffs to stand at the edge of, higher peaks from which to see more of the vista, more of the possibilities of this world. My yearning is to step off and fly. And yet so often I find myself a year or so into the new adventure scrabbling gracelessly down the mountain, overwhelmed by my fears, clinging breathlessly onto a cliff face, my companions, perhaps a rope.