When I was younger I took gymnastics lessons for several years. I was never all that good at it, but I loved it. I had dreams of being the next Mary Lou Retton, but often I was limited by my own fears.
Isn’t that true for everyone and everything? I would gladly do back flips and handsprings as long as an adult was holding me. I didn’t need someone completely in control of me, but just a little hand on the small of my back gave me the security I was lacking otherwise. When I helped out with cheerleading early in my teaching career, I would still do a cartwheel every now and then just to remind the students I could. I’ve even been known to turn cartwheels (literally) as an incentive to get students to work hard and be successful. However, it’s been a while since my feet have been over my head.
Doing a handstand was about as outside the norm as I could imagine. Mind you, I did plenty of handstands when I was younger but being that it’s been well over one — maybe two decades — since I attempted one, I think it counts as something new.
I decided to perform my handstand against a wall as balance is not my strong suit. My expectation: . I moved toys out of the way. As I raised my hands to prepare, I felt my entire body tense. There were butterflies in my stomach. D stopped everything he was doing to gawk at me. He had no idea what I was doing but he could sense it was something odd. I gave it a number of attempts. The reality: Thank God no one was home that could operate a video camera. Day 63’s first: complete a handstand. FAIL.