Saturdays are my favourite day of the week; actually I can even narrow that down to Saturday mornings. The sun always seems to make that little bit more effort on Saturdays and makes the world a little brighter. Last Saturday we had lots of jobs to do; nothing exciting, buying a new memory card for my camera (I am a RAW convert and now need extra memory), a reflector, a set of table and chairs for the office (Mark is currently eating whilst leaning up against the kitchen counter – no good for digestion), a step for Maisy the cat (she can’t reach her cat flap… or so she would have us believe!) and other items not worth getting too excited about. Mark was keen to start our shopping trip in town – meaning he fancied a Starbucks coffee and a gluten free brownie which I was happy to go along with.
On our way back, we came across some young skateboarders, maybe about 15 or 16 years of age. Now, I’ve never been into skateboarding, but I was captured by these young guys’ absence of fear. Here they were, on concrete, leaping over barriers or onto ledges with no consideration for the safety of their ankles, knees or head for that matter, and did I mention that they were skating on concrete?
I asked a few of them if I could take their pictures and they kindly allowed me to. As I took pictures of them, I made teeth-sucking “close call” noises to coincide with their jumps. On occasions they would fall and my instinct was to run over and check whether they were okay… maybe it’s my maternal side creeping in, but they would be up and on their skateboards before I could make a fool of myself… thankfully.
I remembered that once upon a time I was like this; I was no skateboarder but I would toss myself in the air doing forward and back flips; fall on my arse; get back up and try again. Somewhere along the line, I lost that fearlessness of falling and the mentality that I could just pick myself back up and try again. Maybe falling when you’re older hurts more; I’m not sure. Or maybe I have gotten used to playing things safe so that I never have to fall… at least not onto concrete!
I’ve decided that I’m going to get used to the feeling of falling again, not literally – that wouldn’t be sensible right now – and once I’m down, I’m going to try and enjoy getting back up again.
Dream big; be bold.