Fear Shmear.

Yesterday, we went to the river to celebrate Father’s Day and my family.  We had beautiful weather, yummy brown rice and turkey sausage jambalaya, and good company.

For whatever reason, I’d been nervous to kneeboard since it had been a whole year since I’d been kneeboarding.  I know that I’m by no means old, BUT (and that’s a big but), it gets tougher and tougher for me every year to kneeboard. 

(A little background info—I grew up on the water.  I was pratically a fish until the Gulino family sold the camp about 13 years ago. I missed that place more than life itself.  Each summer we’d spend several days at the camp and I was a kneeboarding pro (or at least that’s what I think!).  My family sold the camp after Paw Paw Gulino passed away from a rare, debilitating disease.  After that, I stopped going to the river almost entirely.  Three years ago, my dad purchased his own camp just a hop, skip and jump away from the old stomping grounds. I’ve been getting back into the swing of water sports since that time.)

Now back to the story-I think that I’m holding myself back from fully enjoying kneeboarding, which, other than ballet, was my first true love. I feel like my confidence in my ability to do it is dwindling a bit.  I’ve been like that since a couple of traumatic snow skiing incidents this past January. I’m hoping to get this all figured out, because fear is a nasty little predator, and I certainly have no desire to be overly fearful or cautious.  I love the water, and I want to keep loving it.  Life is about LIVING, and I fully plan to squeeze every ounce of life I can out of every day.