As I careened down the hill at mach speed, frantically grabbing at trees or small children or anything else that might help break my fall, it occurred to me that skiing is a good metaphor for dealing with life.
First, you should know that the “tuck and roll” is critically important to falling without injury and is almost impossible to pull off with skis on. When you fall while skiing, your ass is in it to win it so you might as well go as hard as you can and let the fall be what it will be. In life, I tend to hold back and err on the side of caution, hesitating with each step to make sure I don’t fall. But as my ass was skidding down that snow bank like a rock across a pond, it occurred to me that the fall was not nearly as bad as the FEAR of the fall. In fact, all that damn flailing around was a reaction to the fear, not the fall. The actual fall itself was just soft thud, a face full of snow and a muffled “Oomph!”
That’s my major point.
My minor point is that a booty, no matter how flat, fluffy or wide, is not an effective shock absorber.
Hey, I never said these challenges would be deep. Who am I? Deepak Chopra?
Next weekend’s challenge? I investigate the adage that “it takes two to tango!”
Good Major And Minor Points Kym
Thanks, Rich….I’d think as a personal trainer extraordinaire, you’d take exception to my minor point
And here I thought you meant reading dangerous books or showing up at Starbucks without makeup. Heh.
Technically, if I go to Starbucks without makeup, it’s the other patrons who are living dangerously…