Which means I made good on my promise to Princess. My best was good enough after all.
I’m talking about my recent, as in Saturday’s, deap sea fishing expedition.
I also didn’t puke. And I caught some dinner, even if it wasn’t mine. So that’s a tripple Noddy badge for yours truly. You may call me awesome for a day. I am selling the rights to the movie as long as they cast Chris Hemsworth in the lead. Not because of his body resembling mine but he knows what I went through, as he just starred in The heart of the Sea.
I’m a little enthusiastic about the trip. Obviously.
To say I had fun would be an insult to Neptune, Ariel, the poor unfortunate souls and all other creatures of the sea. It was more like a life changing experience. That may sound a bit melodramatic and it’s not because I suddenly want to buy a boat and switch careers. It’s because after twelve hours on the deep blue water of the Indian ocean, I learned a few things about myself.
Besides the fact that I don’t get seasick and can catch a soldier or four…
I am definately not the most adventurous person, hence my reluctance in trying stuff that sits outside of my comfort zone. This somewhat conservative approach almost cost me a wondrous day. Fortunately I surround myself with great people who convinced me to give it a go.
The thing I’ve learned, and forgive me for sounding like Dr Phil, is that in order for us to experience life at it’s fullest, we need to grab every single opportunity that presents itself to us by the short and curlies and hold on. (Okay that sounds nothing like Dr Phil…)
But you get my point. A preconceived idea about what you like or dislike, without trying it first, might rob you of something spectacular. Life is short and God only issues one per person. (It’s a mystery why cats get nine.) Even if you’re into reincarnation the choices in this life will determine whether you come back as a holy cow or a sewage rat in the next. So whatever you believe, there are no refunds or reruns. No second and third takes. This is it. Our one chance.
As a result of my aha! moment at sea, I made a promise to myself that I would be more open to new experiences. I want to turn my maybe-not attitude into one that’s more like fuckit-why-not. All within limits off course. I’m not going to do wild and crazy things like skydive or fight a bull or climb Everest or listen to Kanye West’s new crap album. I don’t want to shorten an already short life on purpose.
I am basically going to challenge myself to try new things, broaden my horizons, shift my dilapidated paradigm. Aiming to be just a little less comfortable in the choices I make and hopefully end up even happier than I am already.
I mean what’s the worst thing that can happen? I try something new. I loathe the experience. I don’t do it again. I’m not a masochist.
The flip side might be the biggest surprise of your life. You might actually have fun and go to bed smiling after having a cracker of a ride. And if you’re really lucky, you might even wake up and catch a glimpse of the African sun greeting a brand new day.
PS – If sealegs implies not puking, then I have eight of those. But if it’s a reference to an ability to walk around the deck of a boat without falling, then I have none. I looked like a drunk freshman at his first frat party and ended up touching a few strangers in inappropriate places, as I was trying to navigate from starboard to the other side of the boat…