Please tell me I’m not the only person who, as a kid, loved heights… jumping off walls… scootering down steep hills – all with no fear – and then got older and got scared.
I don’t even know when it happened or how long it took to develop. All I know is that one day, I realised that I don’t love heights anymore, I only jump off very low walls, and no way in hell will you see me going down any hill on wheels (that don’t belong to my car).
Example: When I was 17 I went to a resort called Club Med which had a flying trapeze and circus school. I flippin’ LOVED it. I was the star student and featured in their weekly trapeze show doing a trick called the “splits catch and return“. I was shattered when I had to leave the resort, and spent the next few years plotting my return.
Four years later, I went back. I raced to the first trapeze session available and marched towards the 7(?) metre ladder. It was about 2 metres up the ladder that something weird happened. My legs turned to jelly and my hands started sweating like crazy. What the actual…?
I finished the rest of my climb at a snail’s pace, hugging the ladder for dear life and reached the platform. I was dizzy, light-headed and just wanted to be on the ground again – not standing on a wobbly platform waiting to plunge to my possible death. Get the picture?
Now that’s just one little example of how getting older can turn you into a wimp. But there are so many like it, I’m ashamed to even admit it.
This is not okay.
I don’t want to go through life like this anymore! I don’t even want to think about how many experiences I passed on just because I was scared or worried or grossed-out.
As my tagline says, “Life’s for the living”. You can’t live a full life if you through it scared. So it’s time to face my fears, swallow my pride and harden the eff up. I’m going to start living again. This section of my blog is dedicated to just that.
Adventures don’t have to involve trekking through the jungle or climbing a mountain (though I’m adding both to my bucket list!)… they can be as simple as trying a weird-arse food or learning to skateboard (yep, you’ll probably be seeing some embarrassing video footage soon). My definition of adventure is something that breaks you out of your mundane routine. Something that gives you a little jolt to remind you you’re alive.
Are you treating life as an adventure?
If you’re not, I really encourage you to start yours now – not tomorrow. And if you are, I’d like to hear about it! What are you doing that’s adventurous? How often do you do it? Wanna challenge me to try something? Speak up and let’s get the party started!