I am reminded...

In the last few days I have been reminded about how much older I am getting. I've been accused of not being adventurous anymore..."ten years ago you would have been all over this! What happened to you? You used to be adventurous!" Yeah, yeah, I know. But things are different when you have kids. Doing crazy things carries much bigger consequences. Also, when that desire to do the things I used to do, wild, crazy and 'adventurous' things, has been squashed for so long, when every time you bring it up, you get told you aren't a kid, well, after a while you believe it. Until the same person who laughs or asks if you are serious when you mention you want to do the fun stuff you used to in turn tells you that you used to be adventurous and asks what happened? It reminds you just how much you have changed.

I guess this is what some could consider a 'quarter-life crisis'. But I don't feel that I'm necessarily missing anything, my life is very fulfilling. But, yes, every now and again I want to go to six flags, I want to bungee, or travel just to get the stamp on my passport, to sky dive, to scuba dive, to race fast cars, to go go karting, to learn how to snow board, to go to a concert, learn how to shoot a gun, to dress up on Halloween...so sue me.

I'm going to work on getting my adventure back. I know I don't really miss it often, but when I do, I do. And I'm tired of being made to feel dumb for wanting to do those things, and when I don't step up to the plate I'm told I'm not adventurous and not the girl I used to be. I believe that God wants us to enjoy what we have here, experience and taste life, within reason, within the limits that have been set for us.

SO, this past weekend I tried wakeboarding. I will admit it, I was a bit chicken at first (yes, very out of character for the 'old' me), but I did it. Here's a recap:

1. Get in the water with wakeboard on feet and hold the rope.
2. My husband guns it, rope gets yanked out of my hands, shoulders feel like they have been ripped off.
3. Wakeboard rips to the left and I slam face forward under a wave for a mouth and nose full of ethanol, fish poo, power plant runoff and visitor's litter infused with dirt filled lake water.
4. It BURNS!
5. REPEAT 10xs.

I never got out of the water, not even close. He'd gun it, and my arms tried to rip off and that was it. Several times, took about 3 seconds each. My husband kept telling me that gunning it was the way he and his buddy did it, and was the 'only' way to do it...I kept reminding him I'm only about a buck twelve, not a full grown (and then some) adult male.

Oh well, I'll try it again next weekend if we can get a sitter...and maybe another driver. :)

Here's the verse for today. I've mentioned it before, but I like it. I am reminded by it that I can live life through Him to the fullest, no matter what anyone else says, or how they make me feel.

Verse to Ponder: John 10:10 (NIV) The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.