So – you know how you are watching the Olympics and that one
figure skater just makes an incredible leap……..and then falls right on her
ass? Well, that would be me. Well, with one exception – she gets up off
the ice and keeps going. Me – not so
much! I would be that one skater that
would sit there, crying into my hands, ugly tears……. until someone came out and
escorted me off the ice. Yup - THAT’s
me!
That brings us to the shoelaces…… no, really, it does! My Little Man just turned 8. He is totally afraid of learning to tie his
shoes. I mean, like he refuses to even
touch them, try to tie them…….. get anywhere near them without just slipping
them on. As soon as he tries to do it,
he gets one little step wrong, or it doesn’t work exactly right – and BAM –
tears start flowing and he throws a fit and won’t try again. I can’t figure out how to get him to do it……….so
the kid still doesn’t tie them.
Yeah – that getting back up on the horse really doesn’t
happen around my house!
Finally that brings us to this little blog right here. I’m afraid of rejection I guess. I want approval – well who in the hell doesn’t??? BUT, I’m so afraid of rejection or failing,
that I’ve never even told my family about this page. Actually, I’ve told almost no one about
it. Making it worse, I’m too afraid to “post”
anything because it might not be funny enough or good enough – so I let things
languish in my head and saved folder.
Cyclical – yes – hell yes – you betcha………. But that doesn’t mean that
the feelings aren’t real and scary.
So, here’s my getting my ass off of the ice – medal be
damned. Although, maybe I could get a
medal in “Ice Sitting”!
