Everyone should have a friend that is a daredevil. That friend that takes you out of your comfort zone. Sometimes I’m that friend who is able to convince others to get off the couch and try something completely strange and weird (aka Muderella). Sometimes I’m that friend that convinces you that you are stronger than you think (mile 9 during our first half-marathon).
Sometimes I’m the friend that is just along for the ride. Hoping that our friendship won’t lead to a medical bill.
Last weekend I attended trapeze school.
Willingly attended trapeze school.
My friend received it as a gift and I was her plus one. I figured I made her run a half-marathon, the least I could do was try. I’m not afraid of heights, I do not think myself as being an adrenaline junkie. I thought it would be fun.
I should say, I did not think I was afraid of heights. Until I climbed the ladder, looked down and thought HOLY CRAP. Now, contrary to my mother’s opinion, I was completely safe. The trapeze school was beyond safety conscious. I was tethered at all times and even if I fell there was a net and someone holding my strings. It wasn’t so much the flying, it was the letting go of the safety ladder that bothered me.
When I think of my life, I realize that I do this a lot. I’m completely comfortable in handling things and being in control. It’s letting go and trusting someone to hold my safety harness that I begin to have issues. I micromanage Bridget’s health and schooling. I have become slightly helicopterish when it comes to granting Abby some independence. I leave lists for my husband, who is perfectly capable of doing things around the house.
On Saturday I had to let go of that control and trust that I was safe. Although my legs were shaking before and after each attempt, the shaking became less with each flight. The very last one I told the platform safety guide I was afraid to mess up the timing of the catch, because no matter how hard I tried I was afraid to let go of the safety ladder.
Her response? You’ve been doing this all day, the only thing that has changed is you are getting better. (She also added that she would push me–but I’m pretty sure she was kidding).
The more I gush about the experience, the more I realize that we all have the ability to overcome fears. Once I knew the truth, I could no longer talk myself out of letting go of that safety bar. The truth was, I just need a friend to push me. And so do you, you need to surround yourself with friends that push you to let go and fly.
Thank you to Lauren for giving me the most fun I could ever imagine. Thank you to Deanna, Jacob, Sara and Ryan for making us completely safe and successful. I’m still smiling 5 days later. I cannot wait to come for our second class in March.
And for anyone out there that has not put trapeze school on your bucket list. Do it. Today. Like now.
Yes, this is me!!!!
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I attended Trapeze School New York (Boston location). I was not compensated in any manner for this post. In fact they don’t even know I wrote about the experience. Get out there friends, and fly. You will never regret it.