All Day in Guatape!

I had never wake boarded before.

Never. Ever.

And I wasn’t going to do it this time.

But as each one of the young people that I was with jumped their courageous and fit buns into the water and did their magic, something inside of me suddenly felt.. old.

I used to be the ‘try anything once’ woman… And that bravery always opened me up to being courageous in other areas of my life.

If I could get into a glider plane where they turned off the engine and I’d float across the sky with nothing more than wings and a prayer, then surely I could ask for that raise or start that business or move out on my own or… Who knows what!!

And so at this stage and phase of my life, everything about this experience freaked me out… I feared that I couldn’t do it.

What if my back gives out?

What if I can’t get the board to flip back over?

What if I’m not strong enough to get up at all?

What if I look fat in front of all of these people?

What if, what if, WHAT IF…

And then something inside of me said, yeah… What if??!!!

If we don’t give that thing that scares the shit out of us a try, then that really BIG thing we say we want will seem impossible.

And so I put on a smile and I jumped into the water. And I pulled my knees into my chest and straightened out my arms and as the boat started to pull me forward…

I fell.

Once.

Then twice.

Then 3, 4 and 5 times.

And I DID look silly.

And I DID feel clumsy.

And I DID scrape my finger on the board (ouch!!)

But guess what…

I DID get up!!!

And in the end there was really only one thing that mattered about it all…

I DID it!

And hey friend… So can you.