I marked my calendar with an appointment labeled “Write One Chapter of Your Book.” Yeah, I really did! Now that I’m staring at my computer screen, I wonder where I even start? I mean that literally too. Where do I even start? Should I pick out the funny stories? Should I tell of all the difficult moments? Or maybe I should stick with only the past 3 years of my life since that feels like the most monumental stuff out of it all? Sigh…
I almost put my computer away. Instead, my mind drifted to a memory not so long ago. My friend Renae and I took a long weekend and for something absolutely crazy, we flew to Orlando, FL. Now I should have paid more attention to where the beach was in relation to the motel I finally picked but that will be a story for another time (well maybe not…it isn’t that significant of a detail to write a story about!).
Anyhow, we went to the beach. After 3 hours of pure sun and no sunblock, I decided I should sit in the shade, hoping to not ruin the next day’s thoughts of sitting on the beach. Little did I realize that it was too late. I had already turned into an overcooked shrimp! But there again is another bunny trail of no significance. While sitting in the shade of a pavilion, I could enjoy my book but also the best thing to do in public places, people watch. I noticed these two boys.
Let me set up the scene for you. I was under the pavilion sitting on a bench. There was a wide walk-way, then a guide rail. There was perhaps a 2 foot drop to the beach except that at places, a mound of sand was built up to meet the fence line. It was like a mini dune of sorts. Oblivious to my observation of them, they carried on like young men do-running, jumping, egging each other on to do tricks.
At one point, the one boy ran up the small dune like hill of sand, grabbed the railing and proceeded to do a back flip down to the flat beach. It was really cool and I was quite impressed. The other boy, too, was really impressed. Over and over and over this boy did his back flips. Over and over and over I could see the other boy really wanted to join his partner in doing back flips. I couldn’t hear their conversation but I could tell from their mannerisms that the one doing the back flips was spurring the other to try to do them as well.
My attention honed into this boy who wanted to do these back flips. He’d run up to the fence, get into the stance and then chicken out. He just could not commit to trying it. There he’d go again. Run up, bend his knees, grasp the fence and just when I thought he was going to do it, he’d run back down the small dune. Then one time, it was like the bravery set it. With determination, he ran up the hill and at the fence, he stopped and let out his man grunt, complete with beating his chest.
I’m positive that this is exactly what Tarzan did as he beat his chest and let out his brave yell or whatever it is called. I’d say scream but that feels to feminine of a word. Bellow? Grunt? What word describes a man’s yell as he bolsters his brave spirit? Anyhow…
I watched. In fact, I’m pretty sure I held my breath, waiting, expecting, hoping, willing this boy on to try a back flip. After all that will power, he again retreated down the hill. Nooooo!!! I almost cried out at him. I almost jumped off my seat to run to the fence and spur him on. I mean, what stranger does that? ha! I laugh just thinking about that notion. It would be something I might do but in this case, I somehow refrained.
There was just something about this boy and his desire to do a back flip that collided with my spirit. While the boys carried on for a bit more, I took the time to evaluate what was happening inside me. I realized that I saw myself, in a way, in the same predicament as this boy.
The challenge was made and my spirit desperately wanted, no needed, to take the challenge by the horns and go for it. The risk, however, was what caused me to pause. There are a host of things that lay as a challenge to me; two of them are #1. to write a book and #2. to open a restaurant/coffee shop/bakery something or other. The idea, the dreams are there but the risks are too.
What if, like this boy, I can’t do a back flip? What if, I fail? What if, I sink money into a dream that isn’t the wisest of things and I’m left in the whole? What if, nobody likes my food? What if my book doesn’t sell? What if I fall flat on my face and eat a lot of sand?
What crashes in as I ask all these questions are the thoughts I had as I watched this boy. So what if you eat sand, boy. At least you tried to do a back flip! Maybe, just maybe, you’ll experience the joy of pulling off a great back flip? So why can’t I apply these thoughts to my own life?
Maybe I need to run up to the fence, get into the stance, let out a good bellow, maybe even beat my chest and go for it. It’s terrifying really.
The boy did eventually do a back flip. It wasn’t perfect but he landed on his shaky feet. I almost, almost, jumped off my seat to give him a round of applause but I really didn’t want to make myself seem like that “crazy lady”. It made me smile, like a deep smile from down within my heart. Go for it, right?
Do you need some motivation for a new adventure? Tell me about it! I’ll jump off my seat for you and applaud you! I’m rooting for you because you just never know when you might succeed.