Day 239: Floating.
Vacation is all but dried up and the real world has taken over. But the lessons I learned while in the power of Powell have not subsided.
Lesson #1: I love my Life Jacket. I will explain more.
Lake Powell Day 4:
You could say there were a few firsts on this day.
- I waterskied for the first time – well, I tried to ski on water for the first time of my life, which ultimately means I got my butt up out of the water for three milliseconds.
- I experienced my first Powell Water Enema. This relates to the above said first and is the direct result of NOT getting my butt up on skis in the water. (Yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.)
Our bodies are made up of 60% water, or some number close to that. So one would think that I would feel right at home while surrounded by that H20 stuff. I do. When I’m on dry land. Put me in the actual water and I panic.
We learn these fears. I’m convinced of that. I have two very strong memories that helped me develop a full-on-fear of the water.
1. My grandfather’s cousin drowned in a river. I didn’t know him but I distinctly remember standing on the banks of the Hagerman River and my father pointing to the place where he drowned. It was after his high school graduation. I think it was a party, I’m not really sure. All that was imprinted in my young mind was that Water = Death.
2. I thought I was going to drown while at a softball team party one summer of my youth. My very cool and stylish swimsuit had a zipper up the front of it. It was the thing to have. And apparently, my hair got caught in someone else’s zipper after I dove into the pool. I didn’t realize she was trying to untangle my hair as she repeatedly pushed me under the water. I thought someone was trying to drown me. I thought I was going to die. I saw stars and lights and then in a panic realized I could breathe as my hair loosened and I was set free to bob up and away.
Ah, water. I love it. I fear it. I am drawn to it. I prefer to stay dry near it. But that is a hard feat when learning to water ski. The sport requires you to be IN THE WATER.
So I jumped in.
And despite my other newfound fear that I might pop one of the two implants that sit atop my chest, the water felt pretty good. The boat started, the rope pulled, the water moved from under my feet, my legs tightened, the skis caught the flow of water and then…. SPLAT. I fell.
Sometimes face first (holding on too tight, bending at the waist).
Other times butt first (leaning too far back, and thus, the Powell Water Enema).
Over and over again.
All of this left me bobbing in the water, waiting for the boat to return. Dark, deep, water. Me, out there all, all alone. And it was in one of these moments that I had an epiphany.
I love my Life Jacket. I mean, loooooooove my Life Jacket. Why did it take me so long to realize this? It held me up, it let me bob above the surface, it kept me safe. They are amazing. Incredible. I think I want a life jacket for real life!
And so, on this day at the Lake of the Powell, I learned an important lesson. If you can’t stand up on water skis, at least enjoy your time in the water.
I also learned this:
Flamingos may fly away but will eventually return:
What is boring to others is pure terror to some (aka, look who’s holding on)
I may not be able to water ski but I can do Boob Tricks!
Strength is not a competition
Okay, maybe it is…
Even in the desert, without water, flowers will bloom.
All of this, and more, makes my spirit float.
The Life Jacket though, it makes ALL of me float.
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