The title is something I seem to be getting continually worse at. I’ve got so many things to do during the course of the day, and seemingly less and less time to do so. . . Not a fan
So, in lieu of doing something of worth at this very moment, I’ve decided to put a little bit out here, since, you know, that’s what I do. . .
I went parasailing last week. It was kind of a last minute decision. I had made an off-hand comment to my wife about how it was on my bucket list, and she decided that she wanted to make it happen. I had never pushed it because, well, my wife has two fears, heights. . . and water. No matter how much I might have wanted to try out this experience, I had no intention of trying to make her do it, as I just didn’t see how it could possibly be an enjoyable experience for her.
But, of course, my wife, being the awesomely hard-headed woman she is, went ahead and scheduled that sucker up, and, on the last day we were at the beach, the day my parents happened to be around to hang out with the kids, we found ourselves riding a banana boat out into the middle of the ocean. Okay, so it was nowhere near the middle of the ocean, but it was much further out than I had ever been previously, and I spend a great portion of my childhood in those waters.
My wife was, needless to say, terrified before we even got on the actual boat. Riding a banana boat being towed by a jet ski far from shore whilst bouncing over the surf meant she was white knuckled before we even got our harnesses on. But, she was a good sport. She even claims to have gained some enjoyment out of the experience. . . although I’m pretty sure that’s a lie.
But, as I swung in the air, underneath that parachute, I had a much different experience than I had expected to have. As opposed to my wife, who from the terrified look on her face throughout the experience seemed to have been having the most overly thrilling experience ever, I found myself in a place of calm. It was quiet up there, barely hearing the reggae music being played from the boat below (sidebar: those dudes running the boat have the best possible job in this world, I have determined). Even with my wife whimpering beside me, everything seemed at rest, calm. . . perfect.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that there was absolutely no options for me to take at this point. I couldn’t jump, I couldn’t run, I couldn’t write, I couldn’t clean, chase children, or whatever. No, the only actual action available for me was to just sit there and swing, watching as fish jumped and the buildings on the horizon grew smaller and smaller. I felt, quite possibly, more relaxed as I soared through the sky than I had ever felt.
It was, quite honestly, amazing. I had gone up there expecting a heart-pumping adrenaline rush, I came out with a renewed sense of calm. Sure, that disappeared quickly, but for those few minutes I was flying, I felt at rest.
It may mean my brain is busted, I suppose.
Anywhoo, that’s all I’ve got for today. Gotta get back to the grind(s).
Have a good one.