I pushed myself to do things that were outside my comfort zone, and I was proud.
Until this happened:
That's not eye makeup, and I'm not closing my eye. Its basically swollen shut. And those five stitches above my eyebrow put the finishing touch on it.
I blame BB for this! If it wasn't for him, I would have never taken up whitewater kayaking. If we were still together, I would have spent the majority of my summer weekends safe and sound on a soft couch, surrounded by soft carpeting and his soft belly, becoming mighty soft myself. Instead, I'm out paddling a hard boat, in hard rapids, running my face into hard rocks!!
I continually do this to myself. I push to do things that are outside of the comfort zone in an attempt to avoid sitting around all weeekend watching reality shows starring D-list celebrities and I get smacked in the face - literally this time. Last time, I tried SCUBA. Got certified and everything. Want to know what happened the first time I did a real dive? I panicked and had to be plucked from the water, nearly dead, by the dive master. My life actually flashed before my eyes that time.
This time, I could have made out far, far worse. I was wearing glasses and they seemed to take most of the hit. Its very possible that without the specs, I could have done serious damage to my eyeball. I'll have a little scar above my eye, but otherwise I'll be ok, except for my broken ego and shattered confidence.