I’m not really very adventurous. Not much of a daredevil. It’s just not my thing. But every once in a while, I’m driven to do something a little bit exciting.
It always has to do with something other than the excitement, however.
For example.
Parasailing was all about feeling like a bird in the sky, above the ocean, surrounded by blue.
And climbing a 126 foot Mayan pyramid? That was about looking out over the green, lush jungle from the very top, watching the birds flying around beneath me.
I don’t do anything for the rush in my stomach, or the desire to do something slightly dangerous. I do it because I want to see the trees, the ocean, and the birds better! That’s a dangerous confession to make publicly, because Ben could easily use it against me. He tried to convince me to go skydiving with him once, but I was completely uninterested.
However. If he would tell me all about what it was like to float through the sky, let’s say at sunset, perhaps, and see all the green fields spread out beneath him, and threw in some descriptions about clouds and/or birds? You’d probably soon be reading a post about me skydiving.
Who knows.
It’s all about the pretty stuff.
P.S. Ben read that last bit over my shoulder, and got really excited about the possibility of me going skydiving. I still don’t think it’s likely to happen, but if it ever does, you know why I’ll be doing it!
We went there back in 2005. It was a blast. (I wanted to tell you that I went to a basketball game with my husband tonight. I was miserable, but he was so happy which made it worth it.)
I’m so very glad to hear you went to a basketball game with your husband! I think that’s amazing!