Monthly Archives: September 2016

Thump thump thump thump BOOM

My daughters have much in common but approach life from different angles.
When they were younger my oldest would often take a moment to look before she leapt, a risk vs reward analyzer born perhaps out of the abundance of caution that comes from first time parents.
She would get to the top of the stairs and stop to think about it, weighing the fun of what she was about to do balanced against the possibility of injury.
My youngest, while being her sister’s intellectual equal, has no such hesitations.
She would brush past and hurl herself forward, body surfing her way to the landing below.
Their mother and I would be standing in the kitchen, the only proof that the competition had begun would be the resounding thump, thump, thump, thump BOOM.
Perhaps there is something to this “Circle of Life” thing.
Now that I’m older and on my own again I’m finding that my new social interactions remind me of those days from years ago.
Most people I meet these days have become analyzers from the elder’s camp; carrying their baggage, fearing their scars and hesitant in the face of potential additional pain.
I have to believe that most of them, at least secretly, yearn to live life like the younger; to once again feel the rush of betting the “all in,” using both feet at once and worrying about the consequences later.
I don’t blame them. It’s common sense to flinch in the face of reliving deep personal pain.
How does the saying go? Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice….?
So while the fear is real we also know that a fulfilling life is only found in the time spent on the other side of that fear.
So now that’s the journey; a little less analysis and a little more what-the-hell. Just don’t expect me to go thump thump thump thump BOOM down a set of stairs anytime soon.