Vanilla

So I’ve started making “The List” and it turns out it is not as easy as I thought it would be.  In fact, it’s actually quite difficult to come up with exciting new things to try that don’t all cost the earth, aren’t clichéd and trite and could be quite interesting vehicles of self-enrichment.  And along this list making sojourn I have realised something.  It’s not an epiphany that thoughts of writing give me some awesome lightbulb moments which break up the monotony of an evening with a laptop.  Or that it is kind of fun to come up with borderline pretentious blog page titles, which it really is.  I have realised that I am rather unimaginatively, extremely uninspiringly, conventionally really quite vanilla.

I am beige.  I enjoy a bit of the mediocre.  I like pottering.  Doing things in a routine.  Same old crap each and every day.  I think I fear change.  And strangers a little bit.  And since I have had my children, well, I am a first class, grade A wimp when it comes to the new or the scary.  You know how fears amplify when you have important beings in your life, whether it be a pet dog, a boy/girlfriend or offspring?  Well my fears are erratically silly.  Technicoloured with a sub woofer.  Detailed and over imagined.  And it’s time to shake that off.  So I have done something a bit crazy and booked myself to go skydiving.  Not so vanilla huh?

Bearing in mind I have always been a “never wear heels on a plane in case you tear the evacuation slide” kind of girl, this is probably the challenge that will give me the absolute heebies.  The worst.  Well, that and holding spiders.  I hate spiders.  But I am not doing that, yet.  I am going in a plane to 12,000 feet and jumping into the abyss with some dude strapped to my back (thank goodness for said dude).  Gravity will be pulling my arse down to the ground at face flapping speed, whilst I wait, beg, pray for some enlarged silk handkerchief to pull on my crotch and float me down to terra firma.  It really will be undeniably frightening.  Why on earth didn’t I do it years ago with everyone else on the ol’ gap year?  A bit hung over, without responsibility or parental guidance to avert stupidity.  Why did I wait to be a grown up?  But it’s too late now and I need to kick off this silly list with a bang.  Actually, lets say a “euphoric rush”, not a “bang” as that just makes me visualise strawberry jam on tarmac…  Help me.

So stay tuned for the out pouring of thoughts on sky falling hell and in the meantime you can view the start to my to-dos here.  I will be making additions, subtraction and cock ups along the way…  In no particular order.  For sure.  And as ever, suggestions are most welcome.  See you on the other side.