Thursday, July 11, 2002
Hanging around . . .
Last night I played with some students at a rock climbing gym - my first time. Had a good time holding on for dear life . . . except that the whole time, I never really got scared that I might fall to the ground and get squished. I knew I was in a safe place, with equipment and people to help me. All the fun, with none of the danger! Sounds like so much of my life - I like to think I'm cool and on the edge, doing adventurous things, but rarely will I take a real, bonafide, legitimate, hard-core risk. I have great admiration for those who do take the risks, and make things happen because they have no safety net. I truly hope to join your ranks very soon.
I guess I could go on and on with cleverly crafted metaphors about hanging on to our Rock, but I'll spare you all.
That's all
