Who needs a gym when you can ski??!?!

Perseverance. One can learn a lot from watching a six year old fall time and time again in the snow and pick herself up time and time again and not complain.  It's a great example of how we should live our lives. Go out and do something new or pick up an old craft and fail as many times as you might but always pick yourself up and keep going till you reach your destination. 

Well I've always had a natural fear of skiing. The concept of being on two wooden sticks and the only thing holding you up was two poles and your sheer will to hang on was rather frightening. Well today I didn't quite down hill ski, however, I did go cross country skiing. Man was that a workout out of a whole different proportion. I am proud to say I only fell once and that was out of my own volition. There was a giant hill that curved sharply to the right. Having flash backs of a roller skating incident, I knew my limitations and chose to sit down halfway through my nervous breakdown. This was also due to the fact that I didn't quite know how to properly stop other than the aforementioned plopping of buttocks on the ground.

I'm going to go ahead and admit that I have a deathly fear of the dark but despite this I'm not afraid to try new things. Let me clarify. I will say that I want to try new things it just may take me a while to get going to do said things. Just ask my brother he'll tell you how long it takes me to get into a swimming pool. As I've gotten older though I've realized the importance of not wasting a moment. especially when it's presented to you. You'll never get to go back to that moment. So as corny as it sounds, seize it with all your might. Go write that novel, backpack across the country or go paragliding. What's the worse that can happen? Well, probably death or some maiming injury. But, then it's just a story for your novel right?

So I'm all settled into my bed after a nice weekend. Some outings, time with my new family, talking with family and friends back home, sleeping in and just plain relaxing. The current nanny left today. It's weird, I only knew her for a week but found real comfort in having her around. It's odd being settled into her room. It sort of felt like stealing from a still warm corpse. I have a nervous pit in my stomach. My brain tends to do that, spin in a million circles thinking about things. Like my oh so wise brother said I need to focus on being in the moment. So with that adage I am off to bed to start my week of being on my own.