I'm a bit of a cry baby. Some of you know this already. I cry when I read the news. I cry when I see roadkill. And I often cry when I try something new.
My husband is probably used to this by now. He has taken me on many adventures & I usually end up crying at some point. Not sobbing really, but just a silent flow of tears. I cried when we climbed Half Dome, when he taught me how to snowboard, & yesterday when we went kayaking for the very first time. It sounds very unlikeable & babyish doesn't it? Well, for me, it's a cumulation of fear & anxiety from hearing of too many mis-haps and the general sense I grew up with that, for whatever reason, I just can't accomplish certain things.
This is how I felt yesterday. Afraid of all the things that could happen, panicked about not being in total control, and the pervasive feeling of, "you're so not a kayaker'.
But after my momentary panic subsided & as we ventured out onto the gray & wide Willamette River...my husband said, "Isn't it funny how things can seem so scary at first?"
And I thought, yes it is funny. Funny-ish. But true. Paddling away I recalled many others times I was scared witless and then somehow my brain clicked & overcame and then, well- things became easier & enjoyable.
I know I will get scared & cry again. Probably sometime soon. But I take comfort in knowing there is a mysterious little voice inside that will invariably say, "Allisa, you can do this."
