This is a surrogate Motivation Monday post. I haven't seen one yet today on HUMRS.com and I felt compelled to write my own. Here it is. Disclaimer: advice in this post might be poor. Don't blame me if it doesn't work out. I cannot be held accountable for what happens to you if you take the advice, or if you shun it. Good luck.
This weekend I broke my arm. No, I'm not 8 years old. No, I'm not 90, either. I just got lucky.
|Ok...that actually IS me at 8 years old with a broken arm.|
When people ask me how I did it, I usually reply with something silly, like, "I was rescuing baby kittens from a burning building." Or, "It was a freak arm wrestling accident - you should see the other guy." Or, "I was wrestling an angry badger that had nothing left to lose."
In reality, I went for a long shot playing volley ball and fell on my wrist. Honesty, the fall was part of my original plan! I was gonna "Steve Nash" it, and land on my back after I lunged for a ball over the back of my head. What I didn't take into account was the fact that sand volley ball courts are designed for soft landings...and I wasn't on one.
Oh well. C'est la vie, right? I'm not upset about it (probably because it's not my ankle). It is what it is. I get a cast put on tomorrow. But, it has me thinking - because that's what I do. It made me think about the idea of "going for it". Really. And, that's my advice to you, dear friends. Fucking go for it. Take the shot. Order the fancy beer. Ask someone to dance. See what happens. It's better than sitting on the side lines. Granted, this is coming from the woman who now cannot use her right hand. But...
I said before, "...you should see the other guy." And, I meant it. The other guy is the version of me that didn't try for the save. It's the version of me that stayed home because I am horribly, and painfully, shy. It's the version of me that didn't sign up for the race because she was afraid she wasn't good enough. And, in reality, it's also the version of me that not everyone is comfortable with. Maybe you judge your friends on their ability to keep up. Maybe you are more comfortable with me keeping my mouth shut. Well, I can't really say anything to that.
After all - I'm too busy putting myself out there.