I’m not really afraid of many things.  I tend to jump forward with both feet and figure it out as I go.  I’m especially not afraid of things when I’m pretty sure that I’ll be safe.  I don’t worry about heights when there’s a net and safety lines and professionals.  Typically.  Yesterday was a little bit of a different story.

I went to Trapeze School with Alice, Trista, Sarah, Stephanie, Tey, Michelle & Jen.  And absolutely terrified myself.  Petrified.  There’s something about climbing up a rickety ladder and leaning out over a platform while holding on to a 20 pound steel bar while you ready yourself to swing over a whole lot of nothingness with only your arms to keep you from looking like a crazy lady that will do that to you.  You don’t want to die.  And you don’t want to look like a ridiculous loon either.

But, you let go and you fly through the air and it is one of the most exhilarating things I’ve ever done in my entire life.  Ever.  We swung and we flipped and we flew upside down.  Amazing.

And just when we thought we were done, our instructor picked a few of us that he thought might have the ability to do something special.  A hand off.  WHAT!?  I thought he was crazy, but I was bound and determined to be able to do it.  I had to be able to do it.  Because I’m an overachiever like that.

And, well, take a look