Monday, 18 November 2013

Things I Wish I Was Brave Enough To Do

OK, I admit it: sometimes I'm a bit of a wimp. Would I like to be more of a daredevil? Sure. I can't see it happening though!
Things I Wish I Was Brave Enough To Do::Flying on a Rainbow

Here are 6 things I wish I was brave enough to do:
Sky dive
I'm just not an adrenaline junkie. The thought of throwing myself out of a plane literally terrifies me. I have so much admiration for people who do this kind of thing, especially those who do it to raise money for charity and are anxious about it rather than just doing it for fun. I couldn't.
Bungee jump
Pretty much as above!

Ice skate
I used to enjoy ice skating. I wasn't any good, and never ventured too far from the side, but I liked it. The last time I went was February 2005 - and I left in an ambulance after tripping over a lump of ice and landing with such force on my chest that I tore the muscles in my chest wall, badly bruised myself, had terrible ice burn on my hands and knees, and was told I was lucky not to have broken any ribs - let's just say my natural bodily padding around that area saved me that day! Had I been less endowed in the chest department it would have been worse. I haven't dared pull on a pair of skates since.

Move to another country
I really wish I'd travelled when I was young, like so many others so in their late teens and early 20s. Obviously if I had, I wouldn't be where I am now and I wouldn't have my fantastic husband, so I don't wish it THAT much. I do wish we had the option of emigrating together, but we both feel too responsible for our families which is the big reason we're not grabbing life and making it our own. We have a few friends who've made the leap and now live in Australia, Canada, and the USA and their quality of life seems so much better than ours.

Quit my job
I love the industry I work in, I really believe that it is important - but my current role just isn't one that I have a passion for. I would love to be able to quit and find something that I do love to do. Sadly, the role I felt that way about moved to the other end of the country and it's unlikely I'll ever get that back.

Learn to drive
I grew up in a household where nobody drove, so we didn't have a car. My dad worked for the bus company, so we could travel for free on their buses, and for long journeys we went by train. So, for me, driving wasn't something I felt I absolutely had to do. When I was 21, I decided I would start taking lessons - but quickly found that my instructor was useless, other drivers on the road terrified me, and the final straw was when someone was inches away from killing me because they didn't stop to look when approaching a T-junction. I'm sure I'd be a perfectly competent driver if I did ever take it up again, but the idiots out there on the roads are so unpredictable and being at their mercy scares me witless.

What do you wish you were brave enough to do?

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This post originally appeared on my old blog and has been imported to Living for the Victories