For some reason, that brief but powerful sentiment has stuck with me as something really good.
Push the boundries...just a little. That idea has led to my trying to speak a little of other's languages, even though I have no talent for it whatsoever. It's led to my having conversations with total strangers, running crazy distances, eating things that I have no idea what they are, or know, but try anyway, and hey, to trust Mike to know what he was doing when he brought our family out to the Middle East.
Sometimes the policy pays off, sometimes not so much, I look like a dork often enough, but almost always it results in learning something about life, or myself, that otherwise I would never have known.
Or blog fodder. That's always good.
The other day, at Atlantis Aquaventure, the Carpe Diem, Just Do It, What the Heck policy made me do something that addressed several fears all at once. Once again the spousal unit thought I was nuts. But, well, what the heck.Bethy on waterslide
Atlantis, you may remember, is the luxury hotel out on the man-made exclusive island, Palm Jumeirah.
Aquaventure is the fabulous waterpark there. The kids get a real kick out of it, and, yes, so do we. It's gorgeous, the rides are great, something for everyone, the lifeguards are attentive, we have 2 for 1 coupons, and it's not at all hard to spend an entire day there. Somehow we manage to get sunburned every time, despite copious application and reapplication of sunscreen.
Last time we went I didn't really get much of a chance to try the big kid rides out. This time I decided, on the spur of the moment, that not only would I give those a go, that I would also try the great Granddaddy of them all:
The Leap of Faith.
Pretty much no one I know even wants to try this thing. You climb up flight after flight of stairs to get to this ride, going past all the other entrances to the other, less insane waterslides. At the top is a sign that says, among other statements:
Do NOT try to slow yourself down
And here is what it looks like from the outside:
I had counted how many seconds it took one of the sliders before me to reach the bottom. A count of eight. Anyone could stand a count of eight.
I haven't a clue. But I did it. I survived, and I didn't scream all the way down like a silly girl.