Well, it's been a while since I published anything and although no one knows this blog exists, it's okay. I went rafting on Saturday which was tons of fun except when I jumped off a 30ft cliff into freezing cold water to only me slapped on my booty as I flopped-yes, a booty flop, not a belly flop. The whole day was an experience in itself because it tested my boundaries and what I thought was safe. Up until that day I did not think I had limits to experiences, but I guess I do. I hesitated jumping off when I first got there, but then strength and courage grew inside as I looked down at the dark green water with its' ripples taunting me to jump like an open hug. But that open hug turned out to hurt like I was slapped all across my backside with a whip as thick as an elephants trunk.
On Sunday I went out with a couple of friends from college, Joy and Marlene, to Joe's Crab Shack where I fell down some steps that ended up giving splinters on my hands, a sore and swollen ankle, and the steps took skin chunks from my knee. It hurt, but my ego hurt more and not because people laughed (because they didn't), but because I didn't laugh at myself which I usually do.
All in all, this weekend gave me a theme: taking. Saturday took my fear and Sunday took my ego.
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