I am a pretty good skier. In fact, people might from the point of observer think that I'm a very good skier. The reason is simple. I don't fall. The reason behind it is that I don't know how to get up. Or rather I didn't know how to get up until I skied the Alps. There is something about skiing the alps that makes you believe that if you aren't careful you could ski off the edge of the earth. There were many times I threw myself over on the snow just to avoid going over one sheer edge or another. So I learned how to get back up.
Sometimes life makes us learn how to get back up.
It is important that this is described as something to be learned. I used to be so envious of people who seemed to fall from a featherbed right into into a pot of gold and make it seem so easy. I am sure that there are plenty of people who do just that and it is easy for them. For some of us the instinct is that when something bad happens, just withdraw, tear ourselves apart and then rebuild, but definitely some of the fight is taken out.
But the bounce back can be learned. Tennacity is not an instinctual personality trait as much as a firm belief that you know better than "the world" what your place in the world is meant to be.
New podcast going up this week (at some point) and with Spring finally here, that means more yarn is on its way through the dyepot.
Stay tuned!
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