indigo_rose99

Passing a milestone birthday made me think crazy thoughts about trying new things. I signed us up for a trapeze class. There was a Groupon.

Reminder: I am petrified of heights.

I managed to ignore this fact up until it was my turn to climb the ladder. Then I focused with all my might on what they were telling me to do. I even managed to step off the platform when they said. What happened next is a nighmarish blur. Yes, I got off the net safely. Then T was there and I started shaking and crying.

I managed to stop (the crying,at least) long enough to do it again three more times. It was never fun. Every action I took was an act of sheer will. T asked me later why I went back up. Was it peer pressure or the money spent on the class....? Some of it was the money. But mostly it was a rejection of the idea that my fear can dictate my actions. Sheer stubborness.

It's been an hour. My hands are still shaking and T has gone into Plan B on getting me to stop crying.

T had fun. He would do it again. No acts of will required to get him up there...

Could I do it again? Oh yes, but it would take more money than you have. Will I? Of course not! Not a masochist.

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