You would think that the older we get, the more self-confidence we gain. Therefore, the less inhibitions we have.
If only that were true.
Hang ups from the past fester and permeate in our minds, causing us to fear the new or challenging; keeping us nestled in our comfort zones.
Insensitive words, callous acts snowballs in our fragile hearts, hindering us to trust ourselves less and doubt more. Perceptions become skewed and self-judgment turns to its harshest.
For an extrovert who boasts to have a whet appetite for adventure and adrenalin rushes, on the rare occasion I surprise myself. The zest and zeal to test what’s extraordinary or exciting isn’t as forthcoming. I can no longer be arsed to give it a red hot go.
Maybe all that energy and effort has been drained in raising the twinions. Or perhaps it’s simply because I’m a “responsible” adult now and Ijustdonthavetimetodostupidorsillyanymore.
But there we were, in a huge warehouse filled with high wired amusement. Both for the young and old. Big burly guys with scars on their shaved heads and wearing seriously scary tatts, 5 year old girls in pink in pretty pony tails; it was a mosh pit of different creeds and breeds but all out there with the same purpose.
To jump, bounce and flip.
The fun was intoxicating.
I was itching to transform myself from the supervising, serious parent to one that would leap and spring about. (How apt it was the Easter long weekend).
But something just kept holding me back. It’s hard to explain exactly what. It was a mixed feeling of intimidation and wondering if I was punching (jumping?) above my weight.
Then I just thought, “Feck it”
It took over an hour and a helluva lotta coaxing from my family to just go out and have a go.
But eventually a red hot go, it was.
The twinions looked at me in awe. Mr Surfer hadn’t laughed so hard all weekend. It took me ages and help from 2 random blokes to fish me out. Not to mention also losing my socks in all that cesspool of foam.
I still got it, baby.
When was the last time you gave something a red hot go? Can you please buy me a pair of new socks for my next birthday?
Joining Essentially Jess for IBOT