Tuesday, December 2, 2014
I've always believed that everything happens for a reason...not sure why, but as time goes on the more I truly believe that everything that happens to you is meant to lead you to something else. I've been wanting a tattoo since forever and a day but haven't quite found the one thing that made me think "that's it!"...something that I wouldn't mind being permanently inked on my body and that I would never regret or get sick of looking at it. Now a few years ago when I ran my first marathon, I thought that I would immediately dash out and get a tattoo but truth be told I never liked any of the running ones I saw and wanted something that was more universal than strictly running...basically something that was meaningful for me, and not just a "26.2" or something like that. I'd been thinking about tattoos recently again as my friend B had just gotten one, so I'd been doing some poking around on the internet searching for ideas. Enter fate, stage left...
My BFF and I were getting together one Sunday for one of our usual hen parties, and she threw out a suggestion that we go to a craft fair. Now neither of us what you would call craft fair types...whisky festival, hells yeah! But craft fairs? We're not really tea doilies and homemade knickknack types, but for whatever reason we both love craft fairs so decided to head out on a brisk Fall afternoon. So many cool things to see, and one of them was this awesome bracelet that my BFF picked up that had this quote...
I love this quote. LOVE. It has so many meanings and can be applied to so many life situations. I truly think that everything is a case of mind over matter, and if you put yourself out there and try, you'll never be disappointed. Sure, you may not be the best at everything, but trying is half the battle. As this phrase rolled around in my head that fateful Sunday, I was texting with my BFF when I suddenly realized that this was the "one". This was going to be my tattoo! I could think of multiple situations where it was applicable, the most important one for me being the marathon. Truly, completing that marathon gave me the belief in myself that if I could run 42 kilometres, I can pretty much do anything. Case in point, my swimming lessons. Now it's been awhile since I went into the deep end, so I was pretty scared a few weeks ago when I had to swim to the deep end with this teeny tiny little kickboard. I totally panicked and freaked out. I clung to the side, I was scared out of my mind...I was a little ashamed of myself after class I admit, as I was kicking myself for not trying harder and not being mentally stronger. The following week I spent the whole day before the lesson worrying and truth be told, I almost, almost jammed out of lessons that night, but Hubs wanted to go to the rec centre. Not wanting to disappoint him (yep, there goes that fear of disappointing others that propels me), I accepted my fate and dutifully went to class.
That evening at class, I went through the motions knowing full well that we were going to venture to the deep end at some point...not gonna lie, my heart was in my throat a few times. Then the instructor gathered us up, and had me swim to the deep end with my trusty kickboard (which I swear is no bigger than a postage stamp). Once we reached the deep end, he matter of factly declared to the class that we were going to swim from the deep end on our fronts and when we had to breath, we were to flip onto our backs and swim to the shallow end. Oh...and Cindy why don't you go first?
As I clung for my life on the side of the pool with all eyes staring at me, I hesitated and thought back to that quote...it was now or never so I thought...well I can't really write down what I thought, but let's just say that it rhymes with "bucket" and I plunged in...and did it! At 45 years old, I finally swam in the deep end without anything except a smile...and I have this quote to thank for helping me get over a huge mental Mount Everest.
Tattoo me. Stat.