Friday (Aug. 26), I forget how I came across "Do Things That Scare The Sh*t Out Of You" -- excerpt:
as adults, we have the ability to stay in our comfort zone. We don't even have to push ourselves to do little brave things, like going dancing. We can easily surrender to inertia, not leave the house, not leave the couch, not leave our job, not change our lives. We're not forced to try new things, and when we stop being brave, we forget how to do it. When we stop being brave we forget that the fear of trying something new is almost always worse than actually doing something new. When we stop practicing pushing through the fear, we forget that the fear is a lie, not the truth.Sunday (Aug. 28), Robbie and Laci and I went to Soak City at Cedar Point. I have nearly no memory of my 8th grade trip to Canobie Lake Park (my one and only trip to a water park). This time: Open-top slides that you zoom down ... yeah, I was having some nervousness. I did basically all of the rides, though. I wouldn't really say that I actively enjoyed any of them (until the second-to-last one of our first round), but I wouldn't also say that I had actively negative experiences. One of them (near the end of our second/last round) I felt like "oh god oh god i'm gonna die" (though not in a genuinely frightened way) and afterwards I was like, "That adrenaline ... could feel like excitement." We ended in Breakers Bay, and I realized I'd forgotten that one of the things I loved about New Hampshire was being in an inner tube on the lake, enjoying the waves from the boats going by.
(On the ~eventual to-do list: learn to drive and learn to swim.)