Wednesday, November 09, 2005

the green alien

I would never describe myself as fearless.
At least fearless with my physical body.
I am envious of people who have tried things that scare them.
I am envious of people who have hobbies that might put them in "danger."
I don't ski, rollerblade, ice skate, water ski, dive, climb trees, climb mountains.
I don't like trust falls. Ever.
But this summer, for some reason, the most natural thing in the world to me was to get into this little basket attached to this big poofy thing and fly.

It was not scary. At all.
It was beautiful. And as we went up I laughed and laughed with joy.
I went up twice.

I am working on it.
Being fearless.
Working on it.