Now that I'm an adult and have been through a myriad of life experiences, I'm beginning to embrace that performing demanding tasks affords me growth. While I won't do anything morally offensive or overtly dangerous (I think that's a good justification to avoid skydiving!), there are still plenty of challenges that would help me to blossom.
To facilitate reaching beyond my comfort zone, I've decided that I should do more activities that challenge me so I'm making a fool of myself at a local ballet class. It's specifically geared towards women who might not normally be inclined to put on ballet slippers and stumble around a slick wood floor, attempting gracefulness. Several of the class members pestered me until I gave in (peer pressure does not disappear when you graduate high school and is not neccessarily a bad thing). The ridiculous part is that I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. It's a break from the routine of fixing the house and feeding animals and has really helped me appreciate just how difficult dance really is. Besides, I love a lot of French things--dressage, croissants, quiche, the language--why not give ballet a try?
I may have to reevaluate my feelings come December when we put on a recital for our families. I'll just give myself the pep talk that I'm simply growing while praying fervently that I don't tumble off the stage.