A lot has happened in the last five years since the Inkspers began our blog, so it’s my turn to share what I’ve been up to. My husband and I will celebrate our 25th anniversary next month and we are now empty nesters since our kids went to college and moved out, leaving us forlorn and dejected. (Unless you count the addition of Hank, the four legged, furry goof who now calls our farm, and sunroom, home. This pooch made the transition a whole lot easier, and amusing to say the least, but he’s a whole different chapter, so I won’t go there today.)
In my personal life, I’ll have to admit I’ve gotten a little braver now that I’m–uh–more mature. Not only do I sit on the back of a Harley now without having to pry my fingers out of my husband’s belt loops when we get home, I have done even more brave and noble things lately. For starters, several years ago this scaredy pants girl who’s afraid of deep water, went snorkeling in the ocean and loved it, but only after freaking out while in initial panic mode. Once I relaxed and simply held onto the paddle board they give to wimps, my husband towed me around at his leisure while we swam with the fishes.
Then several weeks ago while on vacation in Costa Rica, my legs wobbled like a Weeble as I crept across the hanging bridges, swaying and bouncing high in the treetops of the rainforest. (For those of you who don’t remember Weebles, they’re round, funny looking little toy people that wobble but don’t fall down. Get it?) Okay, back to my story. I prayed the entire time on those hanging bridges that gusts of wind wouldn’t flip us over. I didn’t really want to hang there swinging by a thin, little wire like Indiana Jones, waiting to smack into a cliff. I never thought I’d feel such relief to walk that final bridge and reach the zip-lining tower. Knowing the only way down was to either go back across those dastardly bridges, or zip-line, I chose the latter. When the guide explained how this whole zip-lining thing worked, he focused on me and stressed, “Hang on. If you let go you will flip upside down.” Seriously? He thought I might let go. Wow, he must think I looked pretty courageous. I had planned to ride tandem, but after his vote of confidence, or maybe I was delirious, I opted to go it alone. When my turn came, he hooked me up and soon I was gliding through the treetops, whirring like a zipper. This was so much better than those shaky bridges. It fact, it was down right cool.
At one point the guide asked us if we wanted to fly like Superman. In this ride, you’re hooked up to a guide who controls braking while you sail through the air with your hands in front of you. Since I didn’t want to look like a weenie and let my husband outdo me, I agreed. So there I am all hooked up to the guide and he says, “Scoot farther to the edge.” I thought I was pretty much scooted as far as I could get without hanging my toes over, but I scooted anyway. Then while I’m gripping the line above me, he picks my legs up from behind and holds them on either side of him.
Then he says, “Let go.”
Then I ask, “Let go?”
He says, “Yes, let go.”
“Yes, now, and stick your arms out like Superman.”
So, I let go and for one daring minute, I wasn’t a bird, I wasn’t a plane–I was Superman! I highly recommend this form of sheer lunacy for brave souls everywhere. Oh, and did I mention I’m afraid of heights?
Well, that about sums up the highlights of my last five years. Now I know you’re thinking, “My, she’s so brave!” (Oh, come on now. I know you’re thinking it. Admit it already.) Though I have achieved some brave and daring feats, I really don’t laugh in the face of danger. I’ll be honest here. I’m sort of adventure challenged, so if you ever find yourself clinging to a hanging bridge, I’m really not the woman to swoop in and rescue you. Because, you know, that would scare the jeebers out of me.
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