|Actual photo (from google image search) of me (animated|
figure) doing a cartwheel (I SWEAR I did one!).
I often joke about how big our living room is, and how "It's just too small - I need to be able to do at least two cartwheels, and end in a round-off into the splits..." I am fortunate to have a very big living room. Before my roommate and I just-danced for a while tonight, I had a moment of reckless abandon. And without thinking too much about it, I said "I'm gonna do a cartwheel!"
And, I did it.
It was perfect! I really don't know how I did it. I just knew I could, so I did. We thought it'd be fun to get a photo of me mid-wheel for this blog, so I tried to do it again. But, I was thinking too much about how I wanted to do it. I second-guessed myself, and ended up falling down again, and again, until the last time when I'm afraid I managed to hurt myself. Oh well - I did it that once, and I will do it again.
How did I do it that first time, though? It felt so effortless and matter of fact when it happened. I felt myself flying over, feet down, stand up - WOO! How did I do it? And is it crazy that, while not at all enjoying the pain, I am strangely satisfied that I'm a bit banged up from trying something I haven't thought I was capable of doing in so very long?
My lesson from this little victory... Sometimes I need to stop planning, analyzing, and thinking so much about what I'm about to do, and just land a darn cartwheel.
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