Learning to Water Ski – In My Dreams (Part 1) here
Learning to Water Ski – In My Dreams (Part 2) here
I followed the water ski ritual of the day before – this time seeing a few smirks on faces and hearing (or imagining I heard) some tiny snickers behind hands cupped over mouths.
But I’m kind of like a bull dog sometimes – I get hold of something and won’t let go. I was resolute that I would accomplish this task – no matter what my fellow lake buddies believed.
The boat began to move slowly and pull me forward. I struggled to remember the instructions and to ignore the voices in my head babbling about what a fool I was.
I concentrated on everything that I had been told. I knew I could do it – and my excitement grew by the second.
As the boat went faster, I saw my cronies in the boat motioning for me to stand up (not very enthusiastically or expectantly this time – or so it appeared to me).
I focused on what I had learned from my dreams – The day before, I had tried to lift myself to a standing position with my upper body instead of pushing my feet down to get to a standing position. I was sure that this was the problem – and the solution. Simple – right? Duh!
I pushed my feet down –
I felt my body respond and release itself from the all-too-familiar crouch position –
A mighty force flowed through my legs, my torso, my arms, into my face (where a bug splattered onto my teeth because I forgot the first rule of water skiing – keep your mouth closed!) –
And I popped up on top of the water ———
I was standing! I was skiing! I had done it! And – WOW! What an amazing, awesome, spectacular, breathtaking, powerful experience!
I don’t know if the experience would have been as memorable if I had accomplished my goal the first time I tried. Probably not. (Failure seems to cut deeper grooves into the tissue of the brain.) I do know that the achievement was monumentally sweet – especially because of the disgrace of the day before.
For the rest of the day – and the rest of the summer – I enjoyed the freedom and exhilaration of flying through the water. No more crouching, no more smirks, no more snickering – and no more lake douche!
I had learned to water ski – in my dreams.
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Sounds like a great experience. Would love to talk to you. Miss you greatly!
It was a great experience – especially in hindsight. 🙂 I will call you.
Ah….sweet success……and finally and ending! Congratulations!
I love happy endings. 🙂