A Trip Down the Garden Path

I couldn't resist the alliteration in this title.  While Thursday is still about two hours away, the word nerd in me felt quietly chuffed that my brain thought this up, *what a break through Sherlock* (said with well meant sarcasm). Here are three things I want to share:

1. I'm scared.  We're off to Austria on Sunday for four days of skiing.  A big part of me is so excited to be doing something this special.  A little part of me fears for my life.  You see, the last time we went skiing I had Glenny there with me.  Whenever I fell over, he was there to yank me up again (because there was very little chance of me contorting my over-padded body and ski feet in such a way as to be able to do it myself).  However this time there is no Glenny.  He's chasing dreams on a snowboard, so I fear I will be left to wallow around like a bloated starfish sprawled across the ice, destined to never stand upright again.  It's true, once I fall I can't get up. 

2. I am dancing. Glen and I have taken up jive dancing (no, that's not a typo).  Let's face it, I'm never going to be a ballerina or the next back-up dancer on Beyonce's tour (not that I want either of these things), but I do want to know how to move to the music in a meaningful way. This rock and roll style dancing is for anyone and everyone and I must say, we're doing okay.

3. I feel humbled. To think that about 14 people find what I write even remotely interesting makes my heart tap dance on my rib cage. Happy, happy, if you find even a glimmer of meaning or value in my posts I feel truly honoured.

Good night!