My dog-walking buddy told me yesterday that her son, who is taking flying lessons, will soon take his first solo flight. My first reaction was “Yikes!” My second was, “Wow, good for him.”
And my third reaction? Wondering why I have never tried anything like flying a plane. I am perhaps the most risk-averse person on earth. That translates to my having led a nice, safe life (knock on wood!). But I sure haven’t done much that’s exciting or challenged my boundaries in any major way.
So I’ve been thinking about what I might do to change that. No, I’m not signing up for flying lessons, or going bungee jumping or skydiving. But maybe I could go to the Empire State Building and stay out on the viewing platform for more than three seconds. The only time I tried that, my fear of heights took over, and I retreated indoors without having enjoyed the spectacular view.
Maybe I’ll ride a rollercoaster. I haven’t done so in years, and the last time I did I was so overwhelmed with fear that I didn’t have one bit of fun. I envy people who get a thrill from thrill rides. So, maybe it’s time to try again.
I understand that these are quite modest goals to set. But maybe if I can achieve them, I’ll feel confident enough to tackle something bigger. Maybe I’ll even indulge my life-long desire to go up in a hot-air balloon.
I am writing about this in public because I really need to stick to my promise to myself. I’m 53 and not getting any younger. And as a person with multiple sclerosis, I can’t assume that my body will cooperate with me indefinitely.
So, when I visit New York City in a few weeks, I’ll plan to head to the top of the town and look down. I promise to take pictures!
How about you? Care to join me in setting a challenge or two?